Page 49 of The Problem with Dating
Yeah, that was me right now.
It’s been a week.
A bottle of water appeared near my face, and I took it, opened it, and took a healthy swallow.
It took a minute or two, but I finally got myself under control enough to say, “I’m sorry, my what?”
“Your wedding planner,” Jake repeated as if this shit wasn’t crazy as hell.
Oh, sorry.Passionateas hell.
“My wedding planner?”
Jake started taking stuff out of his tote, and sure enough, it was color swatches, lace samples, and goddamn matching planners.
My head started to swivel, and that’s when I saw Gideon, Sayer, and Allen all hanging out in the kitchen, taking a break, like we hadn’t just entered the Twilight Zone.
“Excuse me?” I called out to them. When they all turned their heads my way, I asked, “Why does Jake think I need a wedding planner?”
Sayer looked offended. “We work in rotation,” he said. “You can’t really expect him to take the weekend off when you can easily plan the wedding to fall on his off rotation, can you?”
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
These bastards were goddamn crazy.
“What in the hell are you talking about?”
“I work at the same fire station Sayer does,” Jake said, causing me to turn back to face him again. “We work on a rotation schedule. So, the first thing we’re going to have to do is pick a weekend when both me and Sayer are off.”
“But…but I’m not getting married,” I said, feeling the need to point that out.
Jake actually rolled his eyes at me. “Well, not tomorrow, obviously,” he retorted. “But it takes a good year to plan a nice, classy wedding. Even if it’s not big or fancy, these things take time.”
“But I’m not getting married,” I repeated. “Tomorrow or next year.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Gideon said loud enough for his voice to carry from the kitchen.
I turned back around, and I must have looked a confused idiot because Allen tried to disguise his laugh with a cough. “What?”
“And don’t ever accuse me of not taking your feelings into consideration,” Gideon went on. “I’m giving you a whole year to get used to the idea.”
“Is that your idea of a proposal?”Christ, I needed a drink.
“Not romantic enough for you?” he deadpanned.
I stood up and pointed a finger at him. “You’re an asshole, Gideon Hayes.”
“So I’ve been told,” he replied. “But you’re still marrying me.”
I planted my hands on my hips, mad at myself, because I knew I was going to marry the pain in the ass. “And if I want to elope?”
“Oh, I have some very nice eloping idea,” Jake chimed in, and I just shook my head.
This shit was nuts.
