Lizzy laughed. “Okay, I’m going to go wrestle my sister away from her boyfriend for a few minutes. Later, ladies.”
“Later,” I said, doing a subtle look over my shoulder to check out the lay of the land. Jimmy was staring straight at me, eyes troubled. With Mal now busy talking to Lizzy and Anne, he had no distractions. I on the other hand had Ev and Lauren watching my every move.
“She’s a goner,” said Lauren.
“Yep,” agreed Ev. “But I suspect he’s rather smitten himself.”
I ignored them both. Sort of. “How about instead of worrying about what romantic dramas I may or may not be going through, we wonder what’s going on with their bitch mother? Any news on her?”
Ev winced. “Last David heard she’d taken the money and run.”
“Jimmy acts like it doesn’t affect him, but it must,” I said, going back to staring at the object of my heart’s desire in the reflections in the window.
His dark hair was slicked back and he wore a black dress shirt and a pair of blue jeans, shiny black boots. The sleeves were rolled back on his shirt, showing off his tattoos. I’d still never heard the story of those, what they meant to him. It was sad, the way there’d probably always be things left unfinished between us what with me only being his occasional hook-up.
“Lena?” Ev moved closer, lowering her voice. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Sure.” I gave her my best smile.
She didn’t return it.
I let mine go since it was so completely unconvincing. “There’s just a lot going on right now.”
“You’re not still thinking of leaving, are you?”
Lauren had wandered off to be with her boyfriend, Ev’s brother, Nate. We were alone. Ev, me, and all my worries and doubts standing in the corner at the party, watching life go by.
“Some shit went down with my sister and my ex a while back. They got together behind my back and now they’re getting married,” I said, unloading it all. Something told me she not only could take it, but she wanted to. As much as I loved Jimmy, sometimes a girl just needed a female friend to talk things out with.
Ev’s mouth formed a perfect O. “Crap.”
“Yeah, pretty horrible. I think my confidence took a dive, you know?”
“I bet.” She tugged on her elegant blonde plait, eyes thoughtful. “How are you and your sister getting along now?”
“She says she’s sorry. She wants me to go home for the wedding and step in for a bridesmaid who bolted.”
“Huh.” Ev huffed out a breath. “That’s a pretty big ask.”
“Yes, it is.” I laughed despite the situation being distinctly unfunny.
“You going?”
“I haven’t decided yet. I don’t want to leave Jimmy or subject myself to that, but weddings are a big deal. If I went, I’d be taking the high road. And all of the family will be there. I’ve stayed away for the last year or so, and they’re all fired up for me to show my face at least. Though I think my actually ever being a bridesmaid is right out of the god damn question.”
She didn’t say anything at first, just looked at me. “Lena, is this wedding going to cut you? Or is it just going to be a shitty thing to sit through, have a few drinks, smile at the right people, and then get the hell out of there the minute you can?”
“The latter I think.” I sighed. “I think I’ll feel better in the end if I go. It’ll give me some closure.”
“Then go. Jimmy will be okay for a couple of days.”
True, but the chances of me not getting all heart-down and despondent away from him weren’t good. Not that it mattered.
Me and him sitting kissing in a tree wasn’t what he wanted. Not in any permanent way anyhow.
I wasn’t what he wanted. He’d said it so many times, in so many different ways. It seemed only now however that my heart was truly taking it in, letting go. Our time together would come to an end. I couldn’t stop loving him, and he refused to start. That was the cold hard truth.
I needed to enjoy the here and now. Take what I could get, while I could get it.
Eventually, things would get problematic and I’d be leaving, just like I’d planned to right back at the start.
“Thanks, Ev.”
She smiled. “You’re one of us, Lena. Any time.”
“Hey.” The deep familiar voice came from directly behind me, making me jump.
I hadn’t noticed him get up at all. “Jimmy. Hey.”
“Lena, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“All right.”
A speculative sort of look came into Ev’s eyes. “I have to do something in the kitchen. Now.”
“Right.” I shook my head. The woman was subtle as a sledgehammer.
“What would you like to talk about?”
“Not here. C’mon.” Jimmy put a hand to my lower back, guiding me toward the bathroom.
I did as bid. But if he thought he was getting sex after his shitty hookup comments today, he was sadly mistaken.
He closed the door. It was a nice bathroom as these things went. Shiny gray stone surfaces, a huge well-lit mirror and lots of chrome.
“What’s up?” I asked, taking a step back from him and crossing my arms.
“Been thinking about your sister’s wedding and stuff.”
I frowned. “And?”
“And I did some research.” He pushed back his hair, smoothed down the front of his shirt. If I didn’t know better I’d have said he was nervous. Only Jimmy didn’t get nervous, certainly not because of me. “Your hometown doesn’t have anywhere decent to stay, so all I could book you was a room at the motel. But I got you first class tickets there and back and a rental car, the same kind of Mercedes as I’ve got so you’ll be comfortable driving it. That’ll be waiting for you at the airport. But I can just as easily organize a chauffeur for you if you’d prefer. Wasn’t sure what you’d want.”
I pushed up my glasses, my mind blown. “You organized all that?”
“Yeah. And the girl at the motel, she said they have a small restaurant attached but I checked it out online and it looked like shit to me. I don’t want you get food poisoning or something, so I’m gonna get the restaurant that does home to fly stuff in. Getting some decent sheets sent too. She said theirs were only poly-cotton.” His curled lip expressed clearly what he thought of such a thing. Like sleeping on anything less than Egyptian cotton might mean be the death of me. Crap, he was cute.
“And I told Sam to organize security since we’ve still got some paparazzi hanging around. Just in case. They’ll be discreet, I promise.”
“Jimmy, I can’t take security to my sister’s wedding.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“Fine. But it also occurred to me you might need a dress or stuff so my stylist is on top of that,” he announced. “I described you and sent her your measurements. Don’t worry, she’ll send up a couple of things for you try.”
“She will, huh?”
“A bit of a mix so you can choose for yourself. I told her not to forget shoes and shit too.”
“You’ve thought of everything.” I cocked my head. “But how did you know my measurements?”
He stopped. “Lena, I’ve had my hands all over you a couple of times now. I know your body. I’m not gonna forget it anytime soon.”
“Oh.”
“I’m not presuming, I swear,” he said, eyes sincere. “If you decide not to go, that’s fine. Not a problem. But I wanted everything in place for you just in case.”
“You did all this? For me?”
One thick shoulder lifted.
“Just this afternoon?”
“Ev helped,” he admitted. “I know you probably haven’t seen your family for a while. As someone smart once said to me, family’s important.”
He leaned back against the bathroom counter, watching me. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I know you think this is me trying to buy my way out of trouble, but it’s not. I would have done this anyway. I just want the best for you, ’cause that’s what you deserve.”
My eyes went disturbingly liquid. I blinked repeatedly, sniffling ever so slightly.
He groaned. “Lena, do not cry. That’s not okay.”