“Um, should we be concerned?” Sure enough, Char pointed at a bag labeled “Fireworks”.
“Not unless she has matches.” Travis answered just as Grandma pulled out enough matches to burn down the whole of Alkai Beach.
“I told you it would be the best birthday!” Grandma smiled, dropped her bags, then walked over to Char. In an instant she was in Grandma’s arms. “You’re a special girl, and you deserve a special day with family.”
A tear ran down Char’s face when she pulled away from Grandma and said thank you.
The room fell silent again, and then Grandma began barking orders about a cake, fireworks, and margaritas.
Chapter Eighteen
If someone had told Char when she woke up this morning that she’d be having the best birthday of her life in a million-dollar condo on Alkai Beach, she would have laughed. It was hard to believe it even though she was living it.
Grandma had bought a ridiculously good cake from downtown. It was red velvet with sprinkles and had the most amazing frosting she’d ever had in her entire life. She’d even brought the makings for margaritas, Char’s favorite.
Since Grandma’s arrival, Jake had been distant, almost cool. She only hoped it wasn’t because of all the kissing. She’d been upset, and he was just trying to be nice. Like he’d said before, it wasn’t real. It didn’t count because it was her birthday. Right?
“How you holdin’ up?” Jake said, taking a seat by her. “Best birthday ever?”
Char laughed and clinked her glass with his. “Best birthday ever. That is, unless Grandma sets someone on fire, then that would trump it.”
“We’ll be lucky if no one ends up in the ER tonight,” Travis said from their spot on the beach. He and Grandma had been fighting a losing battle with the fireworks for the past hour while everyone else drank margaritas and watched.
“I’m glad we did this,” Kacey said. “Before all the crazy wedding stuff. It’s nice just to be with everyone.”
Grandma snorted as she pulled out another match. Travis backed away while she waved it in the air. “Crazy wedding stuff is right. And don’t think I forgive you two for inviting Petunia.”
Travis groaned. “She’s your sister.”
“She’s a disappointment!” Grandma thrust her fist into the air.
“What did she do?” Char asked, even though Jake was shaking his head no and Travis was waving frantically behind Grandma.
“What did she do?” Grandma asked. “What did she do?”
“She’s repeating herself.” Jake groaned. “Bad sign. Quick, get her another margarita.”
Grandma smacked him on the back of the head and approached Char. “My sister called me a harlot.”
Char bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“At my own wedding!”
Jake raised his hand. “Grandma, you do realize she only called you that because you were on the table—”
“Ssh!” Grandma waved him away. “She’s a prude and she only wears white.”
Char frowned. “Why only white?”
Jake groaned next to her but she ignored him.
Grandma threw the match into the bonfire and shook her head. “She says red’s the color of the devil.”
“And black?”
“The color of hell.”
“Blue?” Char had to ask.
“Sadness.”
“Well, that’s silly.”
“It is,” Grandma agreed. “What she needs is to get a man, but she’s so terrified of them that she’s stayed single. All those years.” She shook her head and tsked.
“All those cats,” Kacey sang from behind Grandma.
“Your future,” Travis nodded, “if you don’t take our advice and go out with Jace.”
“Jace?” Grandma whipped around. “You invited him to the wedding?”
“Fair is fair,” Kacey nodded. “I mean, we want to even out the odds with all the couples, right?”
Grandma glared and then began wringing her hands together.
Char scooted closer to Jake. “I think we’re missing something.”
“Don’t look at me! I’m as clueless as you.”
At that, Grandma snorted. “Yes, he is. Tell me, did you get any wedding preparation done today?”
Jake coughed and looked away.
“Two days!” Grandma held up two fingers. “And Char, don’t forget to request those extra days off with your boss. We don’t want you getting fired.” She winked at Jake.
“Very funny,” he grumbled.
“I think we’re ready!” Travis announced from a few feet behind them.
“Me first!” Grandma charged toward him with her one match and lit it. After a few seconds the firework shot into the sky and cracked.
Fireworks, and they were all for her.
Char giggled and tried to get comfortable in the sand. She felt fingertips graze her shoulder and then Jake was pulling her into his arms. She leaned back against him and sighed as he whispered in her hair. “Happy Birthday, Cinderella.”
“Thanks, Charming.”
“Can I take off your shoes now?”
“Not a chance.”
He tensed behind her.
“But you can hold my hand.”
“Even better.” His hands engulfed hers from behind as he held them in the safety of his embrace.
It was the perfect moment.