Page 78 of Holiday Unscripted
“So,” Elizabeth interjects at the same time, “if we were, which I’m not saying we are, what does it matter?”
“If you aren’t,” Jack teases her, “then what does it matter if we know or not?”
I look down at Elizabeth and see her shake her head. “I guess you’ll never know, then.”
“The two of you need to knock it off,” Evie advises, “it’s Christmas Eve and it’s Joshua’s wedding.”
“Please,” Jack scoffs, “he’s so happy she showed up, he couldn’t care less.”
“Well, I care,” Evie states. “Do you want me to be sad?”
“Yeah, Jack, do you want her to be sad?” Elizabeth jumps on his ass. “She has been looking a little bit sadder every day that goes by. You need to stop worrying about who I’m hooking up with and pay attention to your woman and her needs.” I roll my lips. “They are clearly not met.” She sighs. “Get away from us before I yell ‘stranger danger.’”
“Okay, that’s enough,” I intervene, moving her away from him. “You are?—”
“The best, I know,” she fills in for me. “You don’t have to say it, I already know. You’re welcome, by the way.”
“For what?” I ask her, and fuck, the need to kiss her is as strong as it is to keep breathing to stay alive.
“For not telling him that we’re hooking up,” she answers. “He would kick your ass.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “He would not kick my ass.” I pull her closer to me. “He would definitely turn around and tell your parents.”
“Can you imagine?”
“Yeah,” I reply, wanting to be able to kiss her when the fuck I want to, “I can.”
“Okay,” the emcee says, “it’s the big moment.”
I let her go a little, turning her in my arms as her back is to me. My arms go around her chest and she leans into me. “It’s time for all the single ladies to come up to the dance floor.”
“Eeww,” she moans out, “absolutely not.” She pushes me back. “Move, move, move.”
She’s about to escape when Denise comes running up to her. “Here is your chance.”
“For what?” Elizabeth asks. “I already have a bouquet of flowers.”
“Shut up and get on that dance floor and catch the fucking bouquet,” she swears and Elizabeth and I just look at each other, trying not to laugh.
“Just move out of the way,” I mumble to her and Denise glares at me.
“You’re next,” she tells me. “He’s throwing the garter and you better fucking catch it.”
“I don’t want it.” I scrunch my nose up and shake my head. “It was on Macy’s leg. That’s gross. I don’t want it. I think it’s even a bad omen if the best man catches the garter that was on the bride’s leg.”
She doesn’t say a word to me, she just pulls Elizabeth to the dance floor while Zoe drags Lexi, who smiles at her mother, but it’s a smile that says she’s not going to catch that thing.
“The best part is she’s dating Jaxon’s best friend,” Jack shares from beside me, motioning with his chin to the guy who is standing at the side, smiling at her. “From what I was told, he helped her get away from her asshole husband,” he says. “Whatever he did, she’s thriving now.”
“Okay, here we go,” the emcee starts, “one, two, three.” Macys throws the bouquet over her head and it lands right on Elizabeth, who folds her arms to her chest in reflex.
“Noooo,” she groans out, “that—” She doesn’t say anything because Denise is jumping up and down as if she just won the Stanley Cup.
“She’s next.” She holds on to Zack’s arm, who just smiles down at her. “Oh my God, she’s next.”
“I’m not next,” Elizabeth retorts, moving off the dance floor.
“Okay, where are my bachelors?” the emcee asks.
