She laughs. “They’re going to go ape shit.”
“I know. But I’m an adult. I’m twenty-seven years old. I can marry who I damn well want,” I say with some fake confidence.
She grins. “You tell them, girl.”
I grab her hand. “I might need you next to me when I do tell them, though. I’m not that brave,” I whisper.
“Or… and hear me out. You take your huge muscly cowboy husband to protect you. Oh, please let him wear a T-shirt and jeans with his hat to meet them. And record it. Your mom is going to die.”
Tears stream down my face with laughter, picturing my mom's horrified face when I bring home Hunter instead of some sleazy businessman in a suit.
Deep down, I hope they like Hunter. There isn’t anything not to like. But I know how difficult my parents are. And because this marriage doesn’t provide them with anything, they’ll probably dismiss him anyway. I don’t want them to behave like assholes in front of Wyatt. He deserves them to step up, too.
I don’t care. I don’t need them and their stuck-up opinions. I just need Hunter and Wyatt.
“It’s going to be a shit show, V. Worth it though.”
She nods in agreement and goes and actually passes me my wine. God. I need this. I nearly drown the whole glass in one.
“How are things with Luke?” I ask.
She blushes and looks away. “Good. He’s cute.”
Oh no. I can hear it in her voice. “But?” I ask. Because I know there is one.
“But… I don’t know. That spark. It’s not there. Not like what you and Hunter have. I can see it in the way he looks at you that he’s physically stopping himself every second from ripping your clothes off. He opens doors for you and smacks your ass on the way through. He is a gentleman.”
Now it’s my turn to blush. My man is all of that and more. But her description of a gentleman is interesting, I’ll give her that.
“And Luke isn’t?”
She shakes her head. “No. He’s… sweet. And lovely. But, something isn’t there. And I don’t know how long to wait to figure it out. I think we’re just good friends.”
“Oh, V, I don’t know what to say. But if it doesn’t feel right. It probably isn’t,” I say, offering her a smile.
She shrugs, taking her own coffee from the machine. “I’ll work it out. Now. Tell me all about this wedding. Do you have pictures at least?”
I grin, sliding my phone from my back pocket. “You bet your ass I do. Hunter in a suit is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”
By the time she works her way through all of the pictures from today, my phone starts ringing. My dad. Again.
“Twice in one day. You better answer that,” she says, handing me back the phone as I set down my wine.
With a sigh. I do. “Hi, Dad,” I greet him, grabbing a cushion and placing it on my lap.
“Hi, sweetie. Have you got a minute?”
“Of course. What’s up?”
“Next weekend, I’m hosting an event. And I need you to attend.”
I sit up. “What event?”
“My sixtieth birthday.”
I blow out a breath. I can’t really get out of this one. I guess this could be an opportunity to try to rebuild something new with my parents. Maybe if I can fix this, Wyatt can actually have grandparents.
“Next weekend? But your birthday isn’t until next month? This is quite short notice, Dad.”