Page 45 of Wild For You
“How was the call with your mom?” we said at the same time, and we both chuckled.
“It was a typical conversation with my mom. She calls wanting something, and when I don’t give it to her, she gets angry. My therapist friends say I should cut her out of my life completely.”
His eyes searched mine. “I would have to agree.”
“It’s just… she’s all I have.”
“Is she though?”
Shrugging, I tapped the invitation against my back.
“Seems like the baby will be someone you have too. And will need you more than she does.”
He was right. I knew he was, but I still found it impossible to consider cutting ties with my mom after we’d been working on what wedidhave.
“And no offense, but your mom sounds like a grade-A narcissist.”
That was something I’d heard many times before and a conclusion I started coming to myself.
“What makes you say that?” I asked curiously.
“I’ve met my fair share in the past. I can usually pick them out of a crowd now.”
“Hm….”
“Something on your mind?” he asked as he moved to stand.
“No… well, yes. I was snooping when I was looking for something to write a fax number on, and I found this,” I explained, holding up the invitation.
“I see,” he said, and I flinched as he walked forward without his crutch, immediately regretting my decision. It was none of my business, and here I was, putting myself in the middle of the situation. “I was just wondering why you never mentioned anything about it. It’s not even on the calendar. I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”
“You’re right,” he said as he snatched the invitation out of my hand. “It wasn’t. But it is now.”
My eyes narrowed as I tilted my head in confusion.
“Would you want to go with me to the wedding?”
I don’t think I could have been more surprised if my favorite band walked through the front door and invited me to go on tour with them.
“What?” I squeaked.
“Do you want to go to Sadie’s wedding with me?” he asked, his eyes hopeful.
“Like… as your date?” I clarified.
“Yes. Unless you just want to go as friends.”
“Um….” I was dumbstruck as he leaned closer, then, as if in a dream, his lips lightly brushed against mine.
“Say yes, Kelsey,” he murmured there, his breath teasing me into compliance.
“Yes,” I whispered. I wasn’t certain if I was saying yes to the date or the kiss. It was both, if I was being honest with myself.
His lips pressed to mine, and for a second, all of my worries in life completely fell away.
Because the most gorgeous man I knew was kissing me.
Andrew freaking Keyes was kissing me.
