Page 64 of It Could Happen
He nods. “I agree. Andy made it clear to Christian that he most likely would no longer be in the wedding.”
“What did Christian say?” I ask. “Does he even have any remorse?”
The truth is, I barely know Christian or any of them, for that matter. Every time I’ve been around him he acts so over-the-top, swoony, in love with Erica. Which might be his way of dealing with his guilt? It certainly seemed like he loved Erica, but maybe it was all an act.
“He knows he messed up,” Tyler says. “Not only did he destroy his own relationship, but he’s wrecked several friendships as well.”
I sigh. “My mom has always told me that you have to let people handle their own problems. I didn’t want to get mixed up in any of this.”
“I know,” he says.
We both get quiet, and I take a sip of my soda.
“Enough about them. Let’s talk about you.”
I give him a curious look. “What about me?”
“Everything,” he says. “I only really know what Caroline has told me.”
“Ah, so you’re talking to Caroline about me?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
He gives a slight shrug. “Maybe a little.”
I start giving him basic information about my job, hobbies, and family. One thing I notice about Tyler is that he intently pays attention while I talk. He doesn’t look at his phone or let the many distractions in the restaurant phase him. He asks questions and acts like he’s sincerely interested in my answers.
“If it makes you feel any better, my mom wanted to come to the wedding too,” he says, interrupting me for the first time.
“What did you tell her?”
“I asked Andy to invite her and my step-dad,” he says. “I know better than to say no to my mother.”
I nod. “That’s right. I forgot you and your mom are close.”
“She’s the best,” he says.
It’s actually very sweet the way he talks about his mother.
“So your parents are attending the wedding?”
“Yes. I think you should ask Caroline to invite yours. You know she’ll say yes.”
I explain how my parents only met Caroline and her family briefly at our college graduation.
He waves his hand. “So what? I guarantee Andy and Caroline won’t know eighty percent of the guests in attendance. It’s basically a social event for her parents.”
He’s probably right.
We continue talking and end up sitting at the bar for two and a half hours. When it comes time to leave, we walk out together.
“I think it’s time that you officially meet Axel,” he says, pointing to his truck.
I roll my eyes. “Is that really necessary?”
“Humor me,” he begs.
I sigh. “Oh, fine.”
We walk over to the black monster truck, and I look up at it.
