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“Not if she hasn’t told Liam about me, we can’t. It’s liable to ruin the whole fucking wedding. She’ll pull out, or she’ll withdraw the contract that she has with you, on account of me.”

“Greg, I doubt that she’ll call the wedding off. They have a lot riding on this. Their folks have shelled out a very hefty sum to pay for this event, and there’s a lot of pressure on them to go through with it. Shoot, Hanna’s already got her dress and everything. Laura’s ranch is booked. It’s too late to call it off.”

“You’ve obviously never watched ‘The Wedding Singer’ then.”

I think about it for a second. That’s one of my favorite movies. And I get what he’s saying, that Hanna could pull a ‘Wedding Singer’ and easily pull out the day of, when all the guests are seated, and her groom is standing at the altar, the way that it happened in the movie. “Okay, I see your point. And…not to sound selfish, but by then, our job is done, Greg.”

He sits behind the wheel, tapping his fingers across it, chewing his lip nervously.

“Besides, from the sounds of it, you barely know Hanna, right? You don’t know anything about her. She may have told Liam, and he just doesn’t remember.”

He gives me a look. “Doubtful.”

“Okay, but it’s a possibility.” I clear my throat. “How about we just wait it out, and see if Hanna says anything, okay? Let’s not freak out yet.”

“Would you pull out and call off the wedding, if you were in Liam’s shoes?”

“What, you think Liam’s going to be the one to call it off?”

He guffaws. “Well, yeah. Especially if he finds out down the road, like, seconds before the wedding, that the whole time an old lover was helping to plan his wedding! Or worse, that she cheated on him with said planner!”

“Okay,” I pat his arm. “Breathe, Greg. I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves here.”

I can see his chest heaving. I know that he realizes the levity of the situation, and I do, too, but I still think that we’re making a mountain out of a molehill, until we know what the situation is. “How about I call up Hanna and talk to her privately? Find out where her head is, hm?”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, either.” he says. “What if Liam is right there? Did you not see how tight they are? I don’t know how you can make it so he doesn’t know what you’re calling about.”

“I can handle that part, Greg, trust me. I have a sister, remember.”

“Yeah, and I've got them, too. They’re nosey as hell, no offence.”

I give him a disapproving look. “Well, what do you suggest? Pay her a visit? Or, maybe, you want to call?” I'm being facetious. The mere idea is preposterous.

It's like he’s not listening. “Besides, I know she remembers me. I mean, you can’t forget what happened then.”

“I noticed a change in her behavior that I hadn’t seen before. I thought maybe she just...err...noticed how...attractive you are.” I say carefully, only wanting to illustrate my point, not make him think that I have a crush on him or something.

For the first time, ever, he appears sheepish. “Na, this was more. I haven’t seen Hanna since that day. And I wasn’t kidding when I said it was the best I ever had.”

“To date, even?”

He nods. “Hard to believe, but, yeah.”

I think back to what Travis and I had, that night at Macey’s party, and beyond. He was always very thorough, always. Even throughout the time that we were trying to get pregnant, when we had to have relations so often, he made sure that he took care of me, and I took care of him, too. But I pull myself out of that reverie quickly, remembering that that night was a mistake, and it should never have happened. “Do you regret it?”

“What, sleeping with Hanna? God, no. I mean, if she was with Liam, how was I to know?”

“Did she tell you her name, or did you have to dig around to find out?”

“No, she told me.” he says, pulling out of the driveway, before they see us sitting here, and wonder if something is wrong. “Actually, her brother did the introductions.”

“And you never saw either of them ever again?”

He shakes his head no. “No. Never. I never did anything like that before.”

“And you never initiated contact with her? How come you didn’t ask for her number?”

He shrugs. “She didn’t ask for mine, either. I was stupid back then. I let my ego rule the roost, so to speak. I figured if she wasn’t going to ask me for my number, then I wasn’t going to ask her for hers, if that makes any sense.”

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