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Chapter Thirteen
Brett
After talking to Eva the other night it’s made me realize she’s right. Which physically hurts to admit. I hate being wrong and hate even more admitting it. But in this case, I’m wrong. I have been an asshole to Asher and I need to fix it. I gave it a few days to see if he’d call, but he hasn’t so it’s only right I call him. Grabbing my phone off the coffee table, I pull up his name.
“Well, holy shit. Look who finally wants to talk,” he says.
“Shut the fuck up,” I say, kicking my feet up on the coffee table. “Look we’re both sorry so let’s just move on.”
“Christ Brett, you can’t ignore me for months and just move on. That’s part of your damn problem. You never want to face what happened or what’s happening.”
“I know that it’s not that you don’t accept me, but you want me to accept Payton. I have, I will,” I explain, thanks to Eva.
“Shit, I’m impressed,” he says with a laugh.
“I’m fucking impressive, this shouldn’t surprise you. So, it’s cool I get it and I know you’re sorry and I’m sorry and all that stupid shit. Now can we move on?” I ask, flipping through the channels on my television with the remote.
He laughs and I hear him tell Payton he’s going to sit outside. “Fine, we’ll move on. I need to tell you something anyway. I asked Payton to marry me.”
I sit up straight, my feet falling off the table. Marriage? What the fuck? What if it doesn’t work out in a few years, than it’s a divorce not a break up. This is a fucking horrible idea. Just before I tell him that I remember what Eva said to me.He loves her. Like happily ever after, knight in shining armor, kiss the sleeping princess, loves her.Fuck. “Well shit, congratulations man. I’m happy for you.”
“There’s more…” If he tells me she’s knocked up the marriage will make more sense. “I want you to be my bestman.” Nope, wasn’t expecting that.
Smiling, I rest my hand behind my head. “So, I get to do the bachelor party, right?”
“Yeah asshole, you do.”
“Cool, I’m in.”
We talk a little longer and he tells me the wedding is next month. It still would make more sense if she was pregnant, but he loves her. Something I still don’t think exists, not for me anyway. After we get off that topic and onto talking about work, my phone beeps.
“Hey, let me go, Eva is calling,” I tell him.
“Eva huh. Alright I’ll talk to you later. Tell her I said hi.”
Why the fuck would I do that? Laughing I click over to Eva. “Hey.”
“Hey. Are you busy?” she asks.
“Nope. Just talked to Asher.”
“You did? I want to hear all about it, but I have a question first,” she says.
“What?”
I hear her blow out a breath and start to worry something might be wrong. “My delivery driver is sick and I have all these flowers that need to go out.”
“Okay, that’s not a question,” I say, laughing.
“Would you want to help me? I kinda need a truck.”
Getting up, I grab my keys and walk out the door. “I’m on my way.”
We get everything loaded into my truck and I’m impressed with her skill. I don’t know anything about flowers, but she’s made them all look great. I also can’t believe how many need to be delivered. She seems to run a pretty good business here. Makes me realize I don’t know enough about her. I’m fucking her, but I don’t know her details.
Getting in the truck, she thanks me again, as she holds the first delivery in her hands. “Stop thanking me. I don’t mind helping.” Looking over at her, I grin. “What’s the card say?”
She laughs as I pull out of the parking lot. “I’m not reading it to you.”
