Page 165 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“Oh, she controls you,” Ken says. “I can see it in your eyes. You…liiiiiike her.”
Jesus.
Fucking.
Christ.
I drag my hand over my face as Everly laughs next to me.
“Oh yeah, he sure does,” she says sarcastically as her elbow bumps into mine. “Now, move out of the way so I can get a clear shot.”
Is she serious right now?
Ken just let the cat out of the bag. And yet she doesn’t believe him. She blew right past the comment without blinking an eye.
Didn’t even consider it for a second.
It was practically laughable to her.
And I’m not the only one bowled over by it, because Polly and Maple are both giving me confused looks.
See…
Friend-zoned.
This is exactly what I’ve been talking about. It’s what I’ve been trying to say.
This is why I’ve been awkward around her.
Why I’ve been a nervous, sweaty wreck because she doesn’t see me like that.
“You know what?” Maple says, walking up to us, making me nervous with what might come out of her mouth now. “I think I have a solution for the large-bodied man next to you.”
She walks up behind us and nudges Everly’s body forward and mine backward, then she wraps my arm around Everly—not being obvious at all—and places my hand on her opposite hip.
“There,” she says. “Problem solved.”
Jumping in on the position, Polly says, “Ken, look, that’s genius, we need to copy them.” And then just like that, Ken has his arm wrapped around Polly as well.
“Oh, this is a good position,” Everly says, clueless—no pun intended. “Look at the range I have now.” And then to my surprise, she shoots the ball, it bounces on one cup but then lands in another. “Ahhhh!” she screams as she raises her hands in the air and turns toward me. “I did it.”
Laughing, I say, “You did.”
“Eeeeeep.” She squeals right before wrapping her arms around me and hugging me.
In that exact moment, I make eye contact with Maple who winks obnoxiously at me.
“Oh my God, I’m not failing you,” Everly says when she pulls away.
Awkwardly, I reply, “I knew you could do it.”
“Don’t we get to shoot again since we both made it?” Everly asks.
“Yup,” I reply.
“Fantastic. Toss those balls over here,” she calls out to Polly and Ken. They do, and we both grab one. “Now put your arm around me again, it was good luck. Really hold me tight. We’re taking the bride and groom down.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
