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I smile at her. “I love him so much.”
She chuckles. “You don’t have to convince me. It’s obvious.” Another coughing fit pauses our conversation for another few minutes.
“Can I ask you something?”
I set her cup back on the table. “Sure.”
“Will you marry Brody tomorrow?”
My eyebrows fly off my face. “Tomorrow?”
“The women of this club can pull anything off, and I’ve always dreamed of seeing both of my boys get married.”
I laugh. “You’re making it awfully hard to say no.”
She shrugs. “If you don’t ask for what you want in life, you’ll never get it.”
“Tomorrow, huh?”
The way her fingers tighten around mine tells me she knows she doesn’t have long. This isn’t a joke to her. She wants to see her son’s best friend, the boy she’s watched grow up, get married.
“Okay,” I whisper, trying to hold back my tears. “I’ll call my parents.”
She sits up suddenly with a burst of energy. “Wouldn’t it be fun to give him a surprise wedding?”
“You’re just trying to get even with him for the frogs, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
Lexie raises her hand, joining the conversation. “I’m in if it involves pulling one over on Brody.”
“I’ve got the perfect spot,” I tell them.
Rachel pulls her phone to her ear. “Think you can pull off a wedding by tomorrow?” she asks without so much as a “hello.”
I hear Jesse laugh on the other end.
When she gets off the phone, she looks at Lexie and I. “What are you waiting for? Get your asses over to the warehouse. You’ve got a lot of work to do.”
Lexie and I jump to our feet.
Shit! I’m getting married tomorrow.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Brody
When I get home, I kick my boots off by the door. “Sorry I’m late. Fucking Jackson kept finding more and more shit to do today. I thought I’d never get out of there.”
“That’s okay!” Daisy yells from the kitchen. “Did you at least get a nap in?”
“Fuck yeah. I snuck over to Rachel’s and napped on her couch.” Her laugh makes me smile. “I’ll hop in the shower real quick, and then we can head over to the warehouse for supper tonight.”
“Okay.”
She’s probably in there painting. I rush into the bathroom.
We almost finished the goddamn treehouse, but then he had me build a fucking archway. He said it was a direct order from Jesse. I don’t know what she needs it for, but no one says no to her. Anyway, it’s done. She’s lucky I’ve got skills.
