“Flowers?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes, flowers. Did you happen to get them?”
“What kind of flowers?”
“According to Daisy, they were a lovely pink rose bouquet.”
The same roses Grant said he bought for me…that son of a bitch.
“Oh, duh. Yeah, I got them. I’m sorry. I’ve been a little scatterbrained with the wedding coming up. I received them. I ran into Todd at Emerald Hills and helped him find his way to his wife’s room.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“And your phone?”
“I lost it when we bumped into each other, and he returned it.”
“I see,” he said resolutely. “He sounds like a gentleman who’s going places.”
“Good for him. Hiswifeis fortunate to have him.”
He shot me his lawyer smile before rising to his feet. “I can tell when the conversation is over. Everyone should be arriving soon enough. Remember, we must have our talk on Sunday morning at 8:00 AM sharp.”
“I haven’t forgotten.”
“I love you, Kiyah,” he said, leaving my bedroom.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
I sat there and contemplated whether I’d call Grant out on his lie, and the short answer was no. He lied about the origins of the flowers; however, he did what any reasonably jealous husband would do.
Chapter Fifteen
Grant
“This is utter bullshit,” I whispered beside Kiyah as I led her down the aisle.
“Shut the hell up,” she responded through clenched teeth as we passed Uncle Ant and Ms. Simone. Uncle Ant had glared daggers at us all night, and Ms. Simone looked everywhere but at us. They couldn’t make it any more obvious that there was tension between us.
“This is the twelfth time we’ve run through the wedding procession. You walk down the aisle arm in arm and take your respective spots. What’s not clicking?”
“Yoursister wanted to change the wedding procession song at the last minute because it wasn’t speaking to her.”
I snorted. “So now she’s my sister?”
“It seems you heard correctly.”
“It’s funny how she’s always ‘my sister’ when she gets on your nerves.”
Her lips slid into a tiny smirk, and I knew I set myself up. “Just like I’m always your sister when I get on your nerves.”
Okay… she has a point.
“This makes me glad we never did the big wedding thing,” I whispered. She raised a brow.
“You’re so full of shit, Grant,” she whispered back. “You’re only saying that to make yourself feel better.”