Her stomach clenched with excitement, until she looked over at Jake. He was miserable. She didn’t want to feel sorry for him. After all, he was with skanks all night, but still.
While her body was responding to Jace, her heart was calling to Jake, which really sucked if you asked her. It wasn’t even fair; for once in her life it seemed like the guy that was interested in her was actually just as great as everyone else said and her heart decided it wasn’t interested? Seriously?
They pulled to a stop in front of Titus Abby. They still a good week before the wedding but you wouldn’t know it by looking.
Catering vans were everywhere, along with decorators, florists—geez, it was like a wedding magazine threw up on the place.
“Char!” Kacey ran out of the house toward the limo and stopped dead in her tracks. “Holy crap, did you guys hit a rotten cat or something?”
“Rotten cat.” Jace laughed, getting out of the car. “Sounds about right, huh Jake?”
With a groan, Jake got out of the car and made a beeline toward the house.
“Oh, come on, weddings aren’t that bad, Jake!” Jace called after him, laughing.
Char squinted, not liking that Jace was taunting Jake. Truthfully, he deserved that and more, but still. It wasn’t attractive. Not to her.
“Looks like Jake’s returned to his partying ways, huh?” Kacey nudged Char and looped her arm in hers, totally oblivious to the fact that Char’s heart was clenching in her chest over the thought.
He’d spent a few days with her.
And it hadn’t been enough to keep him away from that lifestyle. Which just proved the point again—he wasn’t worth it, because in the end he would always choose himself, his lifestyle, his money. It would never be about her.
“So.” Char ignored the pain in her chest. “Jace is really nice.”
“He’s a senator,” Kacey sang. “And he graduated two years early from college. He’s a MENSA member and I have it on good authority he adopts injured dogs.”
“You talking about Jace?” Travis came up and gave Kacey a kiss on the head. “He’s like porn to women. Seriously, if you don’t like him, there’s no hope for you.”
Char didn’t have time to reply. Grandma soon burst into the room carrying a large microphone embellished with small pink crystals.
“Um, what’s that?” Char pointed at the offending device.
“My microphone, for the wedding.” Grandma lifted it out of its case and handed it to Char. “It makes me sound like Mariah Carey.”
“If Mariah Carey was a dying squirrel,” Kacey said under her breath.
“Heard that,” Grandma snapped.
“You won’t be singing at the wedding.” Kacey grinned. “So it doesn’t matter anyway.”
Grandma took the microphone back, careful to put it in its case, which looked a heck of a lot like a caboodle and stuffed it under her arm. “What you and Travis are engaged in is mere child’s play. I dated a Kennedy.” She straightened her blouse. “Enough said. Now move along, I have things to plan. Tonight we celebrate!”
“What’s Grandma talking about?” Char asked, wondering why Travis and Kacey were staring after Grandma as if they could figure out the puzzle that was her life and behavior.
“Dinner party and cocktails for the guests,” Kacey said, still watching Grandma. “I don’t like her tone. What does she know that we don’t?”
Travis scratched his head. “She’s just trying to get in our heads.”
“Feeling left out here.” Char raised her hand. “You guys in some sort of war with Grandma?”
“No,” Kacey snapped and looked back at Char. “A battle of the minds, possibly… but we’ll win. Grandma thinks she’s knows what’s best but for once, she’s wrong. We’ll prove it and then she won’t be singing at the wedding.”
Chapter Thirty-one
Char watched with Travis and Kacey as Grandma moved to the middle of the room and pulled out a red whistle.
“Who the hell gave her a whistle?” Travis muttered an oath under his breath and groaned about how slight breezes were making him horny just as Grandma blew loud enough to cause deafness.
“Hello!” Grandma shouted and then blew on the whistle again.
Char hid a smile as she heard curses erupt from somewhere in the house. Jake clearly wasn’t a fan of the whistle, either.
“I need everyone’s attention.” Grandma pulled out a clipboard. “I’ve been nominated—”
“Volunteered,” Travis corrected. “And quite forcefully, might I add.”
Grandma ignored his outburst and continued talking. “As I was saying I’ve been nominated.” She glared at Travis. “To be the wedding planner for the duration of your stay here at Titus Abbey. Because most of the wedding party will be staying at the house we’ve decided to assign rooms.”
Char listened to Grandma’s voice drone on and on as she peered around the room for Jake’s return. What was she doing? It was only concern that he’d choked on his puke or ran into a door or something.
“And because we only have one suite and Travis has happily taken a vow of celibacy.”