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billion.”
“She’s not—”
“Sorry, forget I said that. I believe you.
Maybe it’s not her devotion I’m worried about.”
Lucy looked down and kicked a pine cone with
her boot, sighing. “I’m going to have to tell her.”
“You really shouldn’t.”
“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?
She’s tough enough to handle the truth. She’ll have a better idea
of what she’s up against.”
He put his hands, warm and heavy, on her
upper arms. “It would be cruel to both of them. He was just laying
it on thick to get to me. You wouldn’t want to worry her for
nothing.”
“He’s that sneaky?”
He released her, shrugged his massive
shoulders. “Maybe. If he were desperate. He’s a bit immature
sometimes.”
“Jesus.” Lucy ran her hand through her hair
and looked back at Huntley’s cabin, relieved he wasn’t touching her
anymore. Too distracting. “I’m really going to have to tell her.
She’s back there thinking he’s dying. If he’s just putting on a big
show—”
“I think he’s in some pain, just exaggerating
it. Like how he insists he can’t stand up to his parents without my
help.”
“This is not the kind of man I’d choose for
my best friend.”
“He’s a good guy. Loyal to a fault. Children
and puppies love him.” Miles put his hand in the middle of her back
and guided her away. “He’s just a numbnuts sometimes.”
Maybe she could find Krista and Betty and ask
them what they thought. But if she did that, there was no chance it
wouldn’t get back to Fawn, and she might resent their gossiping
about her.
Realizing it wasn’t the right time, Lucy
continued walking with Miles toward the lodge, a throbbing pain
growing between her eyebrows. “If I don’t get my coffee I’m going
to kill somebody.”
The big man next to her grunted his
agreement, and they set off side by side, two of her fast steps to
one of his.
They arrived at the lodge just as Betty and
Krista were coming out, each holding a bagel and a white ceramic
coffee container, the kind that looked like paper but was
non-disposable. Krista was in a form-fitting cotton beige track
suit with Uggs, her hair tied up in a batik-patterned bandana.
Betty, looking hungover and pissed, wore a huge gray Cal sweatshirt
and baggy jeans.
When Betty saw Miles, she tilted her head
back and whistled. “Looky there—it’s Paul Bunyan.”
Miles hesitated only a second before saying,
“Damn. I didn’t think anyone would recognize me without the
ox.”
Krista, who had been studying him, smiled
suddenly and gave Lucy a questioning look.
“Betty and Krista, this is Miles, the best
man. Miles, Betty and Krista,” Lucy said.
“Paul Bunyan’s got nothing on you,” Krista
said. “Though if anyone could pull off flannel… ”
“Krista is straight, unlike me,” Betty said,
not even looking up from her coffee.
“My loss,” Miles said politely.
Lucy sighed. “Behold the blushing
bridesmaids.”
Through a mouthful of bagel, Betty said,
“I’ll be blushing because of that damn dress. Can you believe she
chose pink? Does she want to be a cliché? I suppose she’s wearing white , too.”
“At least you don’t have red hair. Poor Lucy
is going to look—” Krista saw Lucy’s raised eyebrow and bit her
lip. “Not that it matters. Nobody’s going to be looking at us.”
Betty snorted into her coffee. “Somebody will
be looking at Lucy. Somebody special. Somebody right back there.”
She rolled her eyes toward the lodge.
Lucy’s stomach clenched. “He’s in there?”
“Who?” Miles said.
The women froze and stared at each other in
silence. Lucy wanted to slap them. The whole thing was embarrassing
enough.
Krista cleared her throat. “Is that what
you’re wearing today?”
Lucy wasn’t going to discuss her private life
in front of Miles. “You know, I think I forgot something back in my
cabin.”
“Would you like me to help you look for it?”
Krista, an aspiring fashion designer,
billion.”
“She’s not—”
“Sorry, forget I said that. I believe you.
Maybe it’s not her devotion I’m worried about.”
Lucy looked down and kicked a pine cone with
her boot, sighing. “I’m going to have to tell her.”
“You really shouldn’t.”
“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?
She’s tough enough to handle the truth. She’ll have a better idea
of what she’s up against.”
He put his hands, warm and heavy, on her
upper arms. “It would be cruel to both of them. He was just laying
it on thick to get to me. You wouldn’t want to worry her for
nothing.”
“He’s that sneaky?”
He released her, shrugged his massive
shoulders. “Maybe. If he were desperate. He’s a bit immature
sometimes.”
“Jesus.” Lucy ran her hand through her hair
and looked back at Huntley’s cabin, relieved he wasn’t touching her
anymore. Too distracting. “I’m really going to have to tell her.
She’s back there thinking he’s dying. If he’s just putting on a big
show—”
“I think he’s in some pain, just exaggerating
it. Like how he insists he can’t stand up to his parents without my
help.”
“This is not the kind of man I’d choose for
my best friend.”
“He’s a good guy. Loyal to a fault. Children
and puppies love him.” Miles put his hand in the middle of her back
and guided her away. “He’s just a numbnuts sometimes.”
Maybe she could find Krista and Betty and ask
them what they thought. But if she did that, there was no chance it
wouldn’t get back to Fawn, and she might resent their gossiping
about her.
Realizing it wasn’t the right time, Lucy
continued walking with Miles toward the lodge, a throbbing pain
growing between her eyebrows. “If I don’t get my coffee I’m going
to kill somebody.”
The big man next to her grunted his
agreement, and they set off side by side, two of her fast steps to
one of his.
They arrived at the lodge just as Betty and
Krista were coming out, each holding a bagel and a white ceramic
coffee container, the kind that looked like paper but was
non-disposable. Krista was in a form-fitting cotton beige track
suit with Uggs, her hair tied up in a batik-patterned bandana.
Betty, looking hungover and pissed, wore a huge gray Cal sweatshirt
and baggy jeans.
When Betty saw Miles, she tilted her head
back and whistled. “Looky there—it’s Paul Bunyan.”
Miles hesitated only a second before saying,
“Damn. I didn’t think anyone would recognize me without the
ox.”
Krista, who had been studying him, smiled
suddenly and gave Lucy a questioning look.
“Betty and Krista, this is Miles, the best
man. Miles, Betty and Krista,” Lucy said.
“Paul Bunyan’s got nothing on you,” Krista
said. “Though if anyone could pull off flannel… ”
“Krista is straight, unlike me,” Betty said,
not even looking up from her coffee.
“My loss,” Miles said politely.
Lucy sighed. “Behold the blushing
bridesmaids.”
Through a mouthful of bagel, Betty said,
“I’ll be blushing because of that damn dress. Can you believe she
chose pink? Does she want to be a cliché? I suppose she’s wearing white , too.”
“At least you don’t have red hair. Poor Lucy
is going to look—” Krista saw Lucy’s raised eyebrow and bit her
lip. “Not that it matters. Nobody’s going to be looking at us.”
Betty snorted into her coffee. “Somebody will
be looking at Lucy. Somebody special. Somebody right back there.”
She rolled her eyes toward the lodge.
Lucy’s stomach clenched. “He’s in there?”
“Who?” Miles said.
The women froze and stared at each other in
silence. Lucy wanted to slap them. The whole thing was embarrassing
enough.
Krista cleared her throat. “Is that what
you’re wearing today?”
Lucy wasn’t going to discuss her private life
in front of Miles. “You know, I think I forgot something back in my
cabin.”
“Would you like me to help you look for it?”
Krista, an aspiring fashion designer,
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