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I snort. “Fine. I give up.”
“Yes,” he says, punching the air. “I knew I’d wear you down.”
He starts talking about how my car needs a name that fits its soul. Who knew my Toyota had a soul?
“What’s happening here?” Erica calls, coming up beside me.
I turn to see her and Leslie. They both look stunning in little black dresses.
“Hey girls. You look great.”
I catch Leslie’s eye, and if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under or overboard—or whatever. I still have to make it through one more night sleeping in the same cabin with her.
“It’s almost time for dinner,” Erica reminds me, glancing down at my tank top and shorts.
“I know. We were just having a quick drink to celebrate,” I say cheerfully.
“Celebrate what?” Leslie asks, her voice stern.
“You’re looking at the mega jackpot bingo winner,” Tyler says proudly.
“Yep. Imagine my surprise to see Tyler at bingo this afternoon.”
I don’t need to tell them that I knew he’d be there. I was going regardless.
“Oh, that would’ve been fun for all of us,” Erica says, sounding disappointed.
Leslie hasn’t said anything else. I guarantee she’d never make a scene in front of Tyler. Her wrath will come later when she gets me alone.
“I do need to get ready for dinner,” I say, picking up my wine glass. “Congrats, again.”
I leave the three of them and happily make my way to my cabin. The look on Leslie’s face was priceless. One thing is for sure, if there were ever a chance she and I could be friends, it’s out the window now.
ChapterThirteen
There’s a surprising amount of negative energy surrounding our dinner table. Perhaps everyone is just sick of each other. I do believe in too much of a good thing. It’s only been two days, but I for one, am ready to get off this boat. This doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed myself. There were definitely great moments, and I’m so grateful to Caroline for including me. I’m just ready to sleep in my own bed and not have to deal with Leslie and Rachel. I have no doubt they both feel the same way—for different reasons.
The topic of conversation at the table is the wedding. It’s the one thing everyone can agree on and the reason we’re all here together. Tyler and I exchange a few glances, despite Leslie’s efforts to keep him engaged in their own conversation. Matt is on the other side of the table. It turned out to be the luck of the draw with Erica’s stupid seating arrangement. I’m sitting between Andy and Christian. The guys start discussing the bachelor party, which is a deep sea fishing excursion Clint is organizing. He’s obviously the most reserved of all the men—I almost forgot he was on the cruise with us.
“I can’t wait for the shower,” Erica shrieks. “It’s going to be so lovely.”
“I wish we could’ve been more involved with the planning,” Rachel says, a slight edge in her voice.
Erica looks surprised at her comment. I notice the color has drained from Christian’s face. “Rach, you helped a lot,” Erica replies gently. “All the feedback you contributed was wonderful.”
Rachel drains her glass. “Feedback, right. While you get all the glory.”
Damn. I’ve never seen Rachel lose her cool. I look over at Caroline who has a look of panic on her face. She jumps up from her chair.
“Rachel, honey. Let’s take a walk.”
“Fine. I’m not hungry anyway,” she wobbles as she rises to her feet. Clint quickly stands to help her.
Caroline links her arm with Rachel’s and leads her away.
“Why is she always so dramatic?” Leslie asks with a tone of annoyance. “Everything with her is so heavy all the time.”
Erica looks like she might burst into tears at any moment. I reach over Christian and pat her on the arm. “It’s fine. I’m sure she just had too much to drink.”
