Page 90 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

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When I peek into Maisie’s room, all I see are mounds of blankets and pillows on the bed. It’s her wedding day. We shared a suite at the hotel last night. I check the bathroom to see if she’s in there. Nothing. For a second, I think we might have a runaway bride situation.

“I’m hiding.” I hear her whisper. I see the blankets move a little bit.

I lift them to see her curled in a fetal position in the center of the bed.

“Hiding from whom?” I say, laughing.

“Not who, what.”

I crawl under with her. “What? Are you having second thoughts?”

“About Ryan, definitely not. About this entire day, yes.”

“Yeah, I get that,” I say, pulling her into a snuggle. “It’s a lot.”

“I can’t wait to get this day over with and be in Hawaii already,” she sighs. “Does that sound horrible?”

“No,” I say, laying my head on her shoulder. “It’s the way I would feel. You know I’m horrified by big weddings.”

“Yeah,” she laughs, “but only because you don’t want all of the attention on you. I love attention. I’m just worried that something’s not going to go right and Mom’s going to lose her mind. She’s been texting me since five.”

“What?” I crawl out from under the blankets and grab her phone off the nightstand. “This phone’s mine for the rest of the day. Melinda has to deal with me from now on.”

“She’s going to drive you crazy. You know what a perfectionist she is.”

“Something will go wrong. It always does.” I squeeze her hand. “But that’s why you have me here. Any problems are the responsibility of the Maid of Honor. Your only responsibility is to have fun.”

She finally surfaces out of the blankets and lays her head on the pillows. “God, I can’t wait to do this for you when you get married. I’m going to spoil you so badly—”

“Don’t hold your breath. I think Savannah was probably right. It’s not going to happen for me until I’m at least fifty.”

“Savannah is never right about anything.” She shoves my shoulder. “Don’t let me hear you say something so ridiculous again.”

“You’re right, but enough talk about me. It’s your day, princess. What can I do for you this morning?”

“Call Seb.”

“Mae, what did I just say?” I look up at her, shaking my head. “No more talk about me.”

“Excuse me,” she says, smiling. “It’s my day. I can talk about whatever I want. Call him.”

“He doesn’t want to hear from me—”

“You don’t know that.”

“Mae,” I say, closing my eyes. “I believed the worst about him when he gave me no reason to do so. He was perfect from the first second I met him and I couldn’t trust him.”

“Sweetie, you had every reason not to trust him. I mean, I understand why he couldn’t tell you about his mom, but he knew you had trust issues. He had to know that hiding anything from you wasn’t going to work.”

“Yeah, I guess. But I should have understood. I hide secrets all the time for my clients.”

Her phone beeps. I pull it away from her.

“Melinda wants to know if you confirmed the gluten-free meals.”

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