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I snorted. “Well, true, but for all I know, she’s just waiting to do the stupid thing until later.”
“You don’t actually believe that, do you?”
I paced, annoyed with myself for even bringing it up. Because no, I wasn’t sure I even believed it. But that didn’t mean I needed to bring it up now. My parents were proof positive that even if you believed in getting married, if you believed you loved someone, you weren’t always sure. You were most likely going to fuck something up and hurt people. And I didn’t want to be that person. It wasn’t in me. It wasn’t in me to walk the same path they had. But I wasn’t going to think about that right now. It was all I could do just to make sure that I didn’t fuck up what I had with Devney before it was too late. So, I would do my best not to do that, and I would wait for her to walk away, so I wouldn’t screw everything up.
But I wasn’t quite sure I knew what I was doing on that note either.
“Come on, let’s get you married. We don’t need to worry about my future or my parents. They have nothing to do with this.”
“Heath,” Ace began, but I shook my head.
“Seriously. We’re good. Go get married. Go have a life that has nothing to do with whatever promises my parents make to each other.”
Ace frowned as his father came in and told us we needed to be at the front of the area so my best friend could get married.
And I would try not to be a little cloud of doom.
And probably fail.
But I had to have hope. Hell, I had hope for my sister, didn’t I? And Ace.
I just didn’t need any hope for myself. Not today, not tomorrow.
Not when Devney deserved so much better.
I was just her first, that was all.
And it would be good to remember that.
Chapter 12
Devney
Ihad been to my fair share of weddings, but never one where I got to see the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life standing next to the bride and groom.
Heath looked good in anything he wore, be it jeans and T-shirts, hiking gear, or nothing at all.
But a suit? A charcoal gray suit with a Tiffany blue pocket square? I nearly fell to my knees in awe of this man.
Yes, I had a problem. But wow.
As Grace and Ace said their vows, both of them with tears in their eyes, I blinked away tears of my own.
Because it was hard not to stare at Heath as they spoke. I didn’t want him to think too much about my own tears. Because damn it, I had never seen something so romantic, and Heath was part of it.
By the time we hit the reception, I was giddy on my second glass of champagne.
I knew a lot of Ace’s guests because I was with Heath, so it was nice to be included and not feel like I was an interloper.
I was here as Heath’s date. And while some of their friends that I didn’t know were giving me curious looks, they weren’t rude. They just wanted to know who the girl with Heath was.
“Dustin, come over and meet Devney, my girlfriend,” Heath said, and I nearly tripped.
Girlfriend.
I had called him boyfriend; it was like being in high school and wanting labels; maybe soon we would be going steady and I would have to put notes in his locker.
Not that I’d even had a locker in school because there hadn’t been enough for every student at our large school. I’d just carried everything around in my backpack.
