“Me too,” I agree. We all look at Bridger, but it’s my gaze he meets.
Then his Adam’s apple dips, and something flickers behind his eyes.
“See you there, kitten.”
Chapter Eleven
Bridger
ME
Hey, Mom. I sent you an email earlier today from Loren and me with a pic of our marriage license attached, but I didn’t hear back. You’re usually quick to respond, so I figured I’d text to make sure you saw.
MARGARET
I didn’t think a reply was necessary. After all, you didn’t want me to meet your bride-to-be when I made the suggestion. What is it you would like me to say?
ME
How about congratulations.
MARGARET
Congratulations. I hope you know what you’re doing, marrying this woman.
ME
Thanks. And I’m not marrying “this woman.” I’m marrying Loren.
MARGARET
Interesting spelling.
ME
Loren is her mother's maiden name. Pretty, right?
MARGARET
I prefer the traditional Lauren. But that’s just me being old-fashioned again.
ME
Well, I’m sorry for thinking you might be more interested in my wedding plans.
MARGARET
I’m your mother. Of course I am interested. When will these blessed nuptials be taking place? Sometime before your birthday, I trust.
ME
Pun intended?
MARGARET
You decide.
ME