Page 47 of Your Fan Forever
“This wedding on Friday is legit?” Preston asked. “Not some concussion induced temporarypsychosis.”
“No. I don’t think so. It’s going to happen.” I twirled my fork in the pasta. “She wants it to be just about us. You know, Callie is weird about the whole fame thing. I guess she figures the longer we wait, the more out of hand it mightget.”
“And the whole wedding anxiety before she hit her head?” Kate held her handsopen.
“Oh, that was fear.” I said. “I guess falling off a mountain makes walking down an aisle not soscary.”
Kate narrowed hereyes.
“Fuck, Kate.” I grunted. “I don’t begin to understand how woman think. I’m just happy that that woman,” I pointed up the stairs, “wants to marryme.”
“Oh, she wants to marry you.” Preston grinned. “Yeah. You better lock that shit down quick. You may not have another chance everagain.”
I shook my head and returned my attention back to thepasta.
