Page 159 of Butter My Biscuit

“It’s totally fine. Wait, let me see first,” I say, and she holds out her hand and shows me the ring.

The guy she met after calling off the wedding is herforeverperson, and she’s engaged again. But to someone she can’t keep her hands off of, who’s also obsessed with her. I know because I watched them nearly bang at the café last week when I ate breakfast with Remi.

The week after I got back from Paris, I asked to meet with her. We had a long talk. Then, we both cried tears of happiness that one of us came to their senses. We’ve randomly texted here and there, and there is no bad blood between us. We went through too much shit together; it’s water under the bridge.

“So, you’re sure about this one?” I meet her eyes with a smile, glancing down at the rock on her tiny finger.

“You’ve seen him. Of course I am. And there is only one person I trust who can plan a magical wedding. You’ve already done it once.” She laughs. “And you kinda owe me.”

This makes me laugh. “I owe you my firstborn and a million thank-yous.”

“How is Harrison doing these days?” she asks.

“Ask him yourself,” I say as soon as he walks in the door, wearing those old worn jeans with his damp hair a mess on his head. Freshly showered—my favorite.

Stephanie turns around, and when he’s close, he pulls her into a hug.

She grins and takes a step back, scanning from head to toe. “Happy looks good on you.”

“You too,” Harrison tells her, and takes the seat close to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “We can’t be late,” he whispers.

Stephanie notices and starts digging into her purse. She hands me a piece of paper that’s meticulously organized into boxes. “My wedding wish list.”

I scan over it. Fresh flowers. Archways. Appetizers. A wine garden. “How long do I have?”

“One …”

I suck in a breath.

“Year,” she says with a giggle. “Going for alongengagement this time. The first two didn’t last six months, so I thought I’d double it or nothing with this one.”

I snicker. “I’ll make sure it’s the wedding of the century. The third time’s a charm, right?”

“Yeah. So, what about you two?” She smirks. “Not seeing a ring on that finger yet.”

Harrison laughs. “Soon. Could be tomorrow. Or next week. Six months. I guess we’ll see.”

I look at him. “Are you chicken?”

“We can go down to the courthouse and get hitched tomorrow,” he says. “First thing when they open. If that’s what you want.”

My mouth falls open. “Seriously?”

Stephanie knocks on the table. “Please do. I’ll be your witness because what are you waiting for? To get struck by lightning?”

“Now, you sound like my mama,” I say, pulling my focus from Harrison and giving her a smile.

“Thanks, Grace. You’re the best.” She looks at Harrison. “She’s the best.”

“I know.” He shrugs with a smirk.

She turns on her heel, laughing, and walks to the door like a runway model, still looking like a whole-ass adult with jewelry, high heels, and a pantsuit without a hair out of place.

Harrison turns to me. “You almost let me marry her.”

I burst out into laughter. “Let’s not forget that you slid the ring on that finger.”

He nuzzles into my neck and smiles. “I love you.”

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