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After the rehearsal, it’s immediately time to sit down for dinner. Andy’s parents, Caroline’s parents, and her grandmother all take turns to give speeches and toasts. Honestly, I’m barely paying attention because Tyler is texting me the entire time. I try not to laugh when he tells me he’s going to get the matriarch on the dance floor when the DJ plays “Get Low.”
As dinner winds down, I’m growing more antsy. Just as I’m about to ask Tyler if he’s ready to sneak out, I see Leslie whispering to him.
I watch as he nods and then walks out of the ballroom with her. Seriously? What the hell is happening?
“Are you okay?” Jeannie asks, her hands on her belly.
My jaw is clenched, but is it that obvious?
“Yes, why?”
“Don’t let her get to you,” she says, motioning toward the door.
I sigh. “I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?”
She shakes her head. “No. Sometimes we can’t help who we fall for. But I wouldn’t worry about it. You and Tyler fit. Your connection is strong.”
“How do you know that?” I ask.
She points to her stomach. “My pregnancy senses have made me very in tune these days.”
I thank her for the advice and set off to talk to Tyler. I don’t care if I interrupt their conversation, Leslie has done that to us more times than I can count.
When I turn the corner to walk down the hall, I freeze. Leslie and Tyler have their arms around each other. Her head is resting on his chest and her eyes are closed. I wait to see if they separate, but they don’t. All of a sudden my newfound courage begins to fade.It’s only a hug, right?
Tyler moves his head and spots me.
I quickly walk away before any scenes erupt. The wedding is less than twenty-four hours away, and I want to avoid any and all altercations. Maybe there’s a good explanation, but I don’t need to hear it now.
ChapterTwenty-Three
After a quick good-bye to Caroline, Andy, and Erica, I begin my trek back to my room. One more day and then I can return to my life and focus on my new job. All of a sudden, I hear Tyler calling my name. Honestly, I’m both irritated and happy he came after me.
“Tori.”
“Hey, Tyler.”
“I thought we were going to talk after dinner?”
I stop walking and turn to him. My heart is racing, but I know I need to do this.
“Really? What doyouwant to talk about?” I ask.
He leans his head to the side. “Well, I thought we could talk about us.”
“Us?”
He folds his arms. “Yeah, you and me.”
“Sure. Or we could talk about you and Leslie.”
He gives me a confused look. “There isn’t a me and Leslie.”
“Well, that’s interesting because she constantly has her hands all over you and you don’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it.”
The corner of his mouth curves up.
“Why are you smiling?” I snap.
