Page 60 of Bridesmaid Undercover
Not only did Brody make little comments here and there about me being awkward around Maple, me trying to kiss Everly, and proceeded to bump into me every chance he got, but when we were back in the courtyard, he told Maple that during Haisley’s wedding festivities, he saw me with my shirt off in Bora Bora and that the, and I quote, “old man still has it.”
“You are not allowed to be anywhere near Maple ever again,” I say. “You were a disaster, an absolute fucking disaster.”
Brody dabs at his brow. “Ooof, I’m sweating. Why don’t I feel so good? I feel all sweaty and pukey, and I have this pain right here that won’t go away.” He grips his side. “Did you bump into me in my side? It all feels so distant now that I can’t recall.”
“You bumped into me,” I tell him.
“I almost passed out in the courtyard.” He takes a deep breath. “Did you see me almost pass out?”
“No, I was too caught up with the way you explained to Maple how proportionate my nipples are to my pecs.”
“I said that?” he asks and then chuckles. “I mean, could have been worse.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I yell. “Christ, Brody. That was supposed to be an easy interaction, a quiet one, just getting used to being in the same room together, and you fucked it up.”
“To be fair,” Everly says “you weren’t as cool as you thought you were. You did press your face to her breasts within the first minute of her being here.”
“Because of him,” I say, gesturing to Brody, who now looks a little gray.
Everly must notice too because she says, “Uh, Brody, are you okay?”
Sweat drips down his forehead as he sinks lower to the ground. “Man…down,” he says right before he passes out on the floor.
“Oh my God!” Everly shouts as we both crouch down and roll him to his side. I quickly check his pulse and notice how clammy he is.
“Still breathing, but pulse low,” I say. “We need to take him to the hospital, now. There’s one that’s not that far away.”
“We can take my car,” Everly says.
“Help me lift him up,” I say. Together, we slip his arms over our shoulders. I’m bearing most of the weight, and we race out of the shop, not even bothering to lock up, and head straight to Everly’s car that’s parked out front.
We set him in the back of the car, and I join him as Everly takes a seat on the driver’s side. Within seconds, the car is on, and we’re pulled out on the road. She presses a button on her steering wheel and says, “Call Maggie.” The speakers in her car make a dialing sound and then it starts ringing. After the second ring, Maggie answers.
“Hey, how was the meeting? Did she love the venue?”
“Maggie, Brody passed out in the shop. We have him in the back of the car, and we’re rushing him to the hospital.”
“What? What do you mean he passed out?”
“He was acting really strange during the meeting, and I thought that maybe he was just nervous, but then he started sweating, complaining about pain, and then fell to the ground. He’s still breathing, but he’s clammy and currently unresponsive.”
“Oh my God,” Maggie shouts. “I’m…I’m in Almond Bay right now, at least two hours away if I don’t run into traffic.”
“Well, we can handle him for now, but I would get here as soon as you can. I’m not sure what’s wrong, but it could be his appendix or something.”
“Okay, oh my God, okay, I’m…I’m gathering my things now. Who is with you?”
“Hardy.”
“Hey, Maggie, don’t worry, we won’t leave his side,” I say.
“Okay, thank you,” she says in a panic. “I’m getting on the road. Can one of you text me the details?”
“Yes. We’ll keep you updated. Please drive safe.”
“I will. Thank you.”
With that, Everly hangs up and then weaves through traffic, clearly not caring if she’s pulled over. It might actually help us if we could score a police escort.
