Page 2 of Don't Make Me Fall
“My cousin Bryan,” Erin says with a sigh. One of the groomsmen. Or, well, ex-groomsmen now. “Apparently he went to Vegas a day early to surprise Chad.”
“He surprised him all right,” I mutter, mildly tempted by Gabby’s murderous plot idea.
“So, we split up,” Devin suggests. “Half of us go to Vegas to dump Chad in the desert—side note, do they have duct tape at the gift shop here?—and the others go to Cancun, get Gwen on a boat, chain a concrete block to Gwen’s ankle?—”
“We’re not splitting up,” I say, hoping to take control back of the completely out-of-control situation. “And we’re not murdering anyone. None of us our cut out for prison.”
“I might be,” Gabby says with a shrug.
“Then whatarewe doing?” Stormi asks. “Are we still going to Cancun?”
Everyone looks at Erin expectantly. The ex-bride-to-be gently shakes her headno. “I’m sorry, everyone. I just…can’t.Gwen...”
Fuck.
Are we staying in Omaha?
No.
We can’t.
Ican’t.
Not after what happened at work yesterday.
I need to get on a plane, and at this moment, I don’t even care where we go. I just need to get away. To clear my head. To forget about the man—my boss—who I’ve been pining after for almost two years announcing his engagement to Cindy in accounting.
I need a new life.
But right now, my best friend needs me more.
Maybe I can be there for her and still get the hell out of Dodge.
But how?
“I guess we should tell the check-in counter that we’re canceling our flights.” The disappointment in Stormi’s tone is met with similar expressions from the group. All except Erin. The woman who always wears her heart on her sleeve in the most outgoing way is wearing a deadpan look, and frankly, it’s scaring me a little bit.
“What if we went somewhere else?” I suggest, both desperate to get out of Omaha, but also desperate to get my best friend away from the nightmare that will no doubt follow when she tells everyone the wedding’s off. She’ll get hit from all sides, and she doesn’t need that stress right now. Really, it would be in everyone’s best interest if we still left town.
“What do you mean?” Devin asks.
“We all have the time off, right?” I point out.
They agree.
Good.
I can salvage this.
How can I salvage this?
Think, think, think.
Normally, I’m very good at figuring messes out like this on the spot, but my brain is a little foggy due to all the excessive crying I did last night.
“We’re already at the airport,” I say, retrieving my phone from my purse so I can assess our options when it comes to our current plane ticket situation. But before I can pull up the flight app, a text from my brother pings through.
Concerned that the brother who never texts me about anything has reached out, I quickly navigate to his message to ensure it’s not an emergency.
