Page 22 of That Time I Kissed The Groomsman Grump
AMBER: That was a joke. Sorry. I blame my warped sense of humor on pregnancy brain.
ME: Now I know why Kasey likes you so much. We can definitely be friends.
KASEY: Everyone stop texting now. Have you checked the time?
NELLA: I’m already dressed.
LETTIE: Same. Got my beach bag packed up too.
KASEY: EEK! I’m so excited for a day with my girls!
OLIVIA: And guys!
I send my favorite GIF of a cheering baby because I want Kasey to believe I’m excited too. And Iamexcited. At least for her and Beau. I just don’t want to be around Brady for another whole day. I guess I came into this week steeped in denial about how much time we’d have to spend in close proximity. Still, I’m the maid of honor, so I’d better get in gear. At least I showered and shaved my legs last night. That should save me a half hour.
Pulling up my email, I check out the rental agreement Wyatt sent. It’s a pretty long document, and I’m not even dressed yet.
Read. Print. Sign. Scan.
I don’t have time for all that now, so I print out the rental agreement and stuff it in my beach bag. I can deal with that later. Meanwhile, I have to decide what to wear from the limited options I’ve got.
First, I slip on a black one-piece bathing suit, then a soft yellow wrap dress over it. For a final layer, I grab a white cardigan, just in case it’s chilly on the water. For my feet, I choose a pair of gold sandals to showcase my LA pedicure. I don’t put much on my face besides sunblock—just a slick of pink lip gloss and a few swipes of mascara. My hair goes up, clipped in a loose twist.
Ready.
Set.
Bzzz.
That’s my phone vibrating across the room. When I check it, there’s a new text from Beau. The guy is staying here at our parents’ house with me until the wedding, and he can’t come down the hall or up the stairs? Heh. I guess gearing up for being a bridegroom has made him lazy.
BEAU: Kasey wants to head to the docks early, and your door was shut, so I didn’t want to bother you. I asked Brady to puck you up.
Puck me up?
My insides catapult like I’m back on the airplane next to the lavatory. I’m pretty sure Beau meant PICK me up, but still.Morealone time with Brady than I’ve already spent is not on my agenda. So I compose a response with lots of exclamation points—Sloane style. Before I hit send, though, a new text comes in.
BEAU: Sorry. Voice to text is a jerk. I meant pick you up.
ME: I’ll be right down!! Just give me five minutes!! I can go early with you!!
BEAU: I already left.
What?
BEAU:Brady should be there in ten.
I drop my phone.
Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.
Ready.
Set.
Go.
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