Page 150 of The Reason I Married Him
So yeah, now we’re getting married under my favorite tree, Mac is the flower girl, Chewy Charles will be carrying the rings, there will still be hay bales, and because of Wyatt, The Cliffs will provide mac and cheese—his idea.
Oh, and don’t forget the cherry pie instead of a cake—I almost offered sundaes but clamped my mouth shut.
It’s as if we’re developing a wedding based on the existing relationship and inside jokes I have with Wyatt when, given we’ve only known each other for just over a week, we shouldn’t know each other this well already.
Yet we do.
Hence the drink I need.
“What can I order for you?” Wyatt asks as he drapes his arm over the back of the couch and crosses one of his ankles over his knee, looking all casual in his black jeans and button-up black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He’s taking this whole planning in stride. He’s unfazed, actually smiling about the entire thing.
“Anything with alcohol,” I answer.
“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll order you a Jager bomb just to see how you can handle it.”
“Why do you have to be so mean to me when I’m clearly distraught?”
He chuckles and tugs a strand of my hair. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Preston. What can I get you to help you in your time of need?”
“Something fruity and delicious with a high alcohol content.”
“That I can do. Do you want something to eat too?”
I nod. “I love the appetizer sampler. Buffalo wings, potato skins, artichoke dip, and a side of nachos.”
“Is that for two?” he asks as he twirls my hair around his finger.
“Yes, but if I swat your hand away, don’t take offense. I’m on edge.”
He chuckles and turns more toward me. “Want to talk about it?”
“Aw, look at you two,” Hattie says, interrupting. She holds her phone up and says, “Smile.”
Of course Hattie will document every second of this. She’s just like Cassidy, wanting to savor every moment, especially when it comes to love.
Wyatt wraps his arm around me and pulls me in closer. My hand falls to his thigh, and together, we smile. “Gah, you two are adorable.” Our server appears in a scantily clad outfit, and the first thing out of Hattie’s mouth is, “That’s my sister behind us, and she just got engaged to her boyfriend. They’re getting married next week, and we’re here to celebrate.”
“Well, you came to the right place,” the server says before taking everyone’s orders. Wyatt orders us the appetizer plate as well as a whiskey for himself—not sure why I find that attractive, but I do—and a Malibu sunset for me, which already feels relaxing.
“So,” Wyatt says, still twirling my hair. “You’re on edge? I know a good way to take care of that.”
I’m still leaning in, my hand on his thigh because Hattie keeps looking back at us like this is her best day, which it probably is, because her best friend is in love and her sister is supposedly in love and she’s in love, which means everything is great and wonderful in the world. And this is exactly why I can’t tell Hattie the truth about my arrangement with Wyatt. She’d be devastated. She was devastated when she learned Cassidy wasn’t truly in love with Clarke. She wouldn’t want me to be in the same situation.Oh the irony, especially between sisters who couldn’t be more different.
“And what way would that be?” I ask.
“Take your skirt off, and I’ll tell you.”
I slowly turn to face him. “Excuse me?”
He chuckles. “Don’t look so offended.”
“I’m not offended, but just confused as to where that came from.”
“You think you can waltz around in that outfit and not warrant comments from me about how insanely hot you look?”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but one, women can dress however they want, men are the ones who need to control themselves, and two, we don’t say things like that to each other.”
“We don’t?” he asks as he continues to twirl my hair. “I thought we were here to pump each other up.”
