Page 83 of It Could Happen
“That’s exactly what I told Andy,” Tyler says, the corner of his mouth curving up. “You and I are definitely in sync.”
“All right, you two,” Clint exclaims. “When are you going to stop with the games and give into your passion?”
Passion?I can feel my face get flushed. I’m a little surprised that came out of Clint’s mouth. He’s always so reserved.
“Actually, Tori doesn’t want to admit that she likes me,” Tyler teases. “She thinks I’mfullof myself.”
I giggle. “Well, sometimes.”
“She’s right,” Clint retorts.
“Thank you,” I say, patting him on the shoulder.
“Bro, you’re supposed to be on my side,” Tyler whines.
“Sorry, man. Tori’s much cuter than you.”
I give him a grateful smile.
“Yes, that’s true,” Tyler agrees.
I attempt to change the subject. “Anyway, I guess I could try talking to Rachel. Maybe I can encourage her to tell Erica and Caroline the truth. It won’t be pretty, but Caroline would respect her honesty rather than hearing it from someone else. Even Andy. If not, she will always relate this day to that betrayal. It’s not fair to her.”
“That might work,” Tyler says. “This is exactly why I thought we should tell you. And it gave me an excuse to get you to join us.”
Clint rolls his eyes and picks up his drink. “That’s my cue to leave. I’m not interested in being the third wheel.”
“Aww, you’re welcome to stay,” I tell him.
“Or you could explore the hotel,” Tyler suggests.
Clint waves over his shoulder, leaving Tyler and me alone.
“Ah, now I have you all to myself,” he says with a smirk.
I shake my head. “You really are impossible.”
He leans in toward me, his lips only a few inches from mine. My pulse picks up, and so does the urge. I want him to kiss me more than anything.
“And you’re amazing,” he says gently.
It feels almost like there’s a strong magnetic hold that continues to pull us toward each other.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “Honestly—not in a long time.”
He reaches over and pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear, brushing my cheek with his finger.
My phone starts ringing, interrupting our moment.
I close my eyes and groan under my breath.
“It’s Erica,” I say, holding up my phone.
He nods and pulls his hand away. “I want to tell you to ignore it, but …”
“I need to answer it. Erica is trying so hard to be a good maid of honor.” I mentally remind myself that the reason I’m here is to be a bridesmaid. That’s my number one priority.
