“Groom?”
For a second, I considered it.
“Sorry. But you already know I have someone.”
He glanced at the dress. “Lucky guy.”
I didn’t answer, and he didn’t push. He just nodded and walked toward the gate.
A minute later, a voice behind me said, “Please tell me you didn’t wear that through security.”
I turned. He looked the way he always did in a suit: too handsome and a little smug, with a coffee cup in each hand.
“Lucky guy.”
“You came.”
“You told me to wear a suit and get on a plane. Obviously I came.” He handed me a cup. Extra shot, no sugar.
“You remembered.”
“Of course I remembered. You look insane, by the way.”
“You look overdressed.”
“You told me to be.”
“I feel like there are several chapters missing.”
I hugged him hard. He took my suitcase.
My phone buzzed. WHO ARE YOU WITH?
