Page 15 of The Best Man Problem
“The lawsuit that failed.”
“That’s what I told her,” Mo agreed.
It didn’t matter what her friends said. She’d made a mistake once, and she didn’t intend to do anything like that again. This was what she got for following her lust instead of logic. Oh God, she was as bad as her mother.
“No, you are not.” Pru frowned. And Lilly realized she must have spoken that last thought out loud.
“Ooooh.” Mo winced. “Speaking of your mother, she called us.”
That couldn’t be good. “Us? Us as in Mile High Happiness us?”
Mo and Pru exchanged a worried glance.
“Yeah, left a message saying for you to call her back.”
The woman who gave her life could have called her cell phone. She knew Lilly’s number. But her mother wouldn’t because she didn’t want to talk to Lilly her daughter. She wanted to talk to Lilly the wedding planner. How long had it been since her mother’s most recent divorce? Almost a year, she figured. The memory of her last phone conversation with her mother played over in her mind.
“Franklin is such a deceitful bastard. I can’t believe I ever married that louse!”
Far cry from the “Love God” her mother claimed him to be when she married the guy. “I’m sorry, Mom. Maybe you should come out to Colorado and we can spend some time—”
“Oh baby, I’d love to, but Stavros is taking me away to Cabo for the weekend.”
Of course her mother already had a new man. The ink from her previous divorce wasn’t even dry yet.
“He’s such a sweet guy. Not like those other jackasses who’ve pulled the wool over my eyes. Stavros is the real deal. A modern-day Prince Charming.”
Lilly shook her head, clearing the memory. Same line different man, ever since she could remember. She had no doubt her mother would repeat the call in a few years, but this time Stavros would be the ass and her new man would be the great catch. Just another spin around the next man, the next wedding, the next future heartbreak carousel. Exhausting, but it was her mother. What could she do?
“I’ll check our schedule and call her back later.”
They’d helped plan the last two of her mother’s weddings. She couldn’t say why she kept doing it. The money? Sure, money helped pay for things like rent and food. Daughterly duty? Perhaps, but the sad fact of the matter was, Lilly suspected she allowed herself to be a part of her mother’s ridiculous endless hunt for the perfect man because it was the only time her mother ever showed any interest in her child.
Sad? Yes, but if she wanted to spend time with her mother, it seemed someone had to get married, and since Lilly had zero prospects on that front, hello new stepfather.
“So.” Pru smiled, trying to lighten the mood her mother’s message had invoked. “Tell me more about Lincoln. Is he hot?”
“Sooooo freakin’ hot!”
“Mo!”
“She asked.”
“She asked me.”
“Oh, like you were going to answer.”
She hadn’t intended to. Yes, the man was attractive, but he was off-limits now. No need to keep discussing him. That was like talking about your favorite ice cream when you were on a diet. Pointless and punishing.
“How do you even know what he looks like? You weren’t here when he came in.”
The small woman shrugged, kissing Sasha on her tiny button nose before answering. “I googled him.”
“You did what? Why?”
“To make sure he wasn’t another asshole. I knew you wouldn’t check him out, so I did it for you.”
That was sweet of her friend, she supposed. Slightly creepy, but sweet.
