Page 91 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

“Seriously? I swear she asked me that yesterday. Give me the phone.”

“No.” I pull it further away from her. “I’ll text her back.”

I jump out of bed, so she can’t stop me and send a quick text.

Hey Mel. It’s Sophie. I’ve taken over Mae’s phone for the rest of the day. She’s confirmed everything. Time for you to relax and have fun.

I show the text to Maisie. She throws her hands over her eyes.

“Eek! You’re in trouble now, Sophia,” she says as she burrows back under the blankets.

The phone beeps.

Sophie, you’re like a daughter to me, but don’t think I won’t come up there right now and slap you. It is a mother’s job to worry and I excel at it.

I read the text to Maisie.

“Well, you can’t say Mom doesn’t have great self-awareness,” she laughs. “Don’t text her back. Maybe if we ignore her, she’ll stop.”

“Melinda never stops. If we don’t text back, she’ll be up here in a few minutes.”

“Let her try to get in. She doesn’t have a key.” She pulls me back into the bed. “I read the story on the Randalls this morning. It sounds devastating for them. There’s even talk of prosecution.”

“Why are you reading that crap on your wedding day?”

“Because I’m worried about you.” She hugs me tighter. “They have to know you were the source. Have they tried to contact you?”

I shake my head against her shoulder. “I blocked their numbers. And Roman’s chomping at the bit to get involved. I’m not sure how he even found out that I was the leak. Did you tell him?”

“Absolutely not. I promised you I wouldn’t talk to him anymore about BFF secrets.”

“Well, I told him I’d call him if the Randalls tried to contact me.”

“I’m guessing that Roman—and his brothers—have already told them not to contact you.”

I sigh. “I asked him not to approach them, but you know how he gets.”

“So you think it’s going to affect your business?”

“It’s going to kill my business. Even if the Randalls don’t tell people I was the leak, everyone will know. No company’s going to hire me after I’ve broken a non-disclosure.”

“Maybe—”

“No, Mae,” I say, lifting my head to look at her, “I’m okay with it. Like really okay. I’m tired of teaching grown men how to behave properly. You know? I think it’s time for them to go down with their ships.”

“What are you going to do now?” she says, stroking my hair.

“I don’t know. I’ll think of something. You know I always land on my feet.” I reluctantly crawl out of bed. “Do you want a Starbucks? I’ll do a run as one of my last official duties as Maid of Honor.”

“Yes, but first you have to promise me something.” She peers at me over the top of the blankets. Her eyes are getting mischievous. “After my wedding’s over, you have to call Seb—if only to apologize.”

“Maisie—”

“Stop!” She points her finger at me. “I’m playing my bride card.”

“Oh my God,” I say, rolling my eyes. “You’ve been playing that card for about eighteen months now. Your reign is over, Bridezilla.”

“It’s over when I say ‘I do,’ but I can still use it this morning. Promise me you’ll call him after the wedding.”

“Fine,” I say, throwing a pillow at her. “I’ll be back with your latte in a few minutes, Your Highness.”

“If you’re not, I’m sending out a search party. And I’m not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the day.”

“You don’t trust me to make it to the ceremony on time, do you?”

“Not even a little bit, honey,” she says, smiling. “You know I’ve always had to push you. If it wasn’t for me, I don’t know that you’d ever get to where you’re meant to be. Now give me my phone back. I have to take care of a few things before I can have fun.”

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