“And bachelor,” Will adds.
I laugh. “Hopefully the wedding will be chill.”
Will widens his eyes, and I immediately know that my wish is in vain. “Yeah,chillisn’t a word I’d use to describe Chloe or anything relating to her.”
I laugh harder. While I love the girl, he’s absolutely right. And as the maid of honor at this event, I know I’ll probably be having the leastchilltime of all. “Do you at least have a plus one you’re bringing to help get you through it?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. “No. You?”
“Yeah, actually. I uh … my boyfriend,” I answer.
“Boyfriend.” He says it like a statement, but he raises his brows in question.
I bristle slightly. “Yeah, I have a boyfriend.” Is that surprising? Irritation claws through me.
He nods slowly, expressionless. “Does this boyfriend mind that you’re out on a Friday night without him?”
I narrow my eyes slightly. “He’s not my dad,” I say with a snort. “And he’s out of town anyway.”
“Where?”
“New York. A work trip. He also has family there.”
“Are they nice?”
“I don’t know, haven’t met them.”
His expression shifts ever so slightly. “You haven’t met them?” he echoes.
“We’ve only been dating for four months,” I protest, feeling the irritation grow. What is this, an inquisition? Since when did William Summers care about my dating life? Since when did William summers care about me at all? Period?
“New York is an hour flight away.”
I widen my eyes at him. Is he seriously pushing me on this?
“It would also be a nice, romantic getaway weekend. Why aren’t you tagging along on this work trip?” Will goes on.
I’m honestly shocked at the audacity. And it’s all coming back to me. Now I remember why my crush on Will was fraught with such indecision. He’s a grumpy asshole, that’s why. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that getting upset is really not worth it. “The details of my relationship with Owen are none of your business,” I say coolly.
“Owen,” he repeats slowly, slight surprise evident in his face. Just when I think he’s going to start making fun of my boyfriend’s name, he shuts his mouth, pursing his lips. “I suppose you’re right.” He stares at me for a long moment. “But you could do better than a guy who doesn’t invite you to New York to have a romantic weekend and meet his family.”
I open my mouth to protest, but Will beats me to it.
“So back to Vegas,” he says, pulling out his phone. “Chloe tells me the second weekend in March is what she and Turner both want.”
“I, uh …” I stutter, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. Did he really just insult my relationship and then move on to planning the bachelor weekend like nothing happened? He can’t be serious.
But by the look on his face, waiting for me to respond to his statement, he’s dead serious.
I blow a frustrated sigh out through my nose and take a breath. “Yeah, that’s what she told me too,” I reply curtly.
“I was thinking Ceasar’s Palace would be a good place to stay,” Will goes on.
“Well, I was thinking the Flamingo,” I snap back. In all honesty, I don’t have much of a preference, but I’m mad, and I don’t feel like agreeing with anything Will has to say right now.
Will raises a singular eyebrow. I’m beginning to hate how he does that. “Okay,” he says simply. He starts rattling off ideas for the weekend, and I’m only partially listening, sipping my drink and staring him down from across the table.
Just get through the next few months, Josie, I tell myself.You can do it.