Slightly Married

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Authors: Wendy Markham
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good-looking he is.
    “Hey,” I say a little loudly, because Buckley flinches a little and looks up. “How was your weekend at the bed-and-breakfast in the Hamptons?”
    “Oh…we didn’t stay the whole weekend.”
    “Why not?”
    “Sonja didn’t really like it so we left Sunday morning.”
    A bed-and-breakfast in the Hamptons…what’s not to like?
    If you ask me, she’s unnecessarily picky.
    But Buckley didn’t ask me, and the waiter is back with tea, so I keep my opinion of Sonja to myself.
    “How’s work going now that you’re the big cheese?” Buckley asks me after the waiter leaves us alone to sip from steaming, handleless teacups.
    “Work? Oh, God, it’s crazy, actually. But—”
    “Don’t tell me the promotion is turning out to be one of those be careful what you wish for things?” he cuts in.
    No , I find myself thinking, but this might be .
    And, dammit, yes, I’m looking right at my engagement ring when I think it.
    Why would I think such a thing, even in passing?
    What the hell is wrong with me?
    I’m in love with Jack.
    I’m not in love with Buckley, by any means.
    Because I’m in love with Jack . I’m marrying Jack.
    You can’t be in love with two guys at the same time.
    And when you’re in love with someone, you shouldn’t be attracted to someone else. So I’m not.
    “No, I’m definitely not regretting anything,” I tell Buckley firmly—and I’m not just talking about the promotion at work.
    “Good. Because you deserve it, Tracey. And I’m really happy for you. You’ve got a great future ahead of you.”
    I know he’s not talking about being Jack’s wife, but I pretend that he is. It makes it that much easier to stick my left hand across the table and say, “Guess what?”
    He looks down, removing his chopsticks from their red paper sleeve.
    I wait for him to look up…
    But he doesn’t.
    Not right away, anyway.
    And when he does, his crinkly Irish green eyes aren’t wearing the ultra-ecstatic expression you’d expect.
    Well, the one I would expect, anyway, especially since I dutifully wore it for him when he announced he was engaged.
    “You’re engaged?” he asks, wide-eyed and, dare I say…
    No, I don’t dare say it.
    But I do dare think it.
    Dismayed.
    That’s what he seems to be.
    “Yes!” I say with gusto. “I’m engaged! Yes! See? Yes!”
    All right already with the gusto.
    “Jack proposed?”
    I nod vigorously and repeat my new favorite word, “Yes!”
    I add, “On Valentine’s Day, after the wedding!”
    Then I add, “So you didn’t know he was going to?”
    I add this part because I want to remind myself—and him—that he and Jack are friends.
    Maybe Buckley and I were friends first, but he and Jack are definitely friends now. Not that the two of them pal around together without me so much, come to think of it, the way they both do with their other friends.
    I’m the common denominator in their relationship with each other. Which is fine. It’s not as if I hang out doing girl things with Buckley’s wife-to-be, either. He’s my primary friend; she a friend by default. I’m sure that’s how she thinks of me, too.
    “No,” Buckley says, having broken apart his chopsticks.
    Huh? The conversational thread seems to have snapped as well—at least, for me.
    “No…what?” I ask him blankly.
    “No…I didn’t know Jack was going to propose. In fact…”
    He begins rubbing his chopsticks against each other to remove the splinters.
    “In fact what?”
    “No, it’s just…” He’s rubbing those chopsticks so hard I’m expecting them to ignite any second now. “I was thinking he wasn’t going to.”
    “Propose? Did he say that?” I ask, wondering if Buckley knows something I don’t know about Jack after all.
    “No! He never said that. I just thought that if he hadn’t done it by now, he wasn’t going to.”
    “Why did you think that? You took your sweet time proposing to Sonja.” I mean it as a quip, but it comes out more as

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