“Great.” I bob my head and smile. Most of what I do with Loren is fun.
“And the video clips will fit perfectly in the montage.”
My jaw stiffens. “Great.”
How could I forget this is all part of fooling Margaret?
Sayla peers out the window, then checks the time on her phone. “We could go to the clock tower,” she suggests. “The view from the top is amazing. But the post office is still open. So, we might be better off waiting until?—”
“I say we scrap the clock tower,” Dex pipes up, interrupting.
“But—”
“I'm sorry, sweetheart,” he says gently. “You’re the love of my life, but the bride is completely wiped out.”
We all turn toward Loren. Her face is pale, and her eyes are at half-mast.
“Who me?” She stifles a yawn with her fist, and my arms twitch with the desire to pull her into my lap and let her rest. These past few days have probably felt like surviving an emotional tornado and a physical hurricane at the same time.
Of courseshe’s exhausted.
“Dex is right,” I say. “We need to call it. Now.”
Sayla nods. “I just need a few last shots of you carrying Loren across the threshold,” she says. “Then we’ll be done.”
“Wait.” Loren lids are hooded and drowsy. “Can we stop for food first?”
Dex grins. “Taco Tuesday.”
“Yes, please.” Loren lets out a sleepy sigh. “I could put a dozen tacos in my face right now.”
Well, look at me. Sitting in a limo. Jealous of a tortilla.
“There’s a truck just outside of town on the Harvest High side,” I say. “On the way to the house.”
“Mansion!” Dex coughs into his hand.
“Dude.” I frown. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”
“Are you evernotgonna be rich?”
“He’ll be rich as long as his mom believes this marriage is legit,” Sayla says. “So, let’s get Loren some tacos, then finish this job.”
I direct the limo to the taco truck, where Dex offers to pick up the food for everyone. With his jacket and tie off, he’s the least conspicuous of the group. He returns with four greasy bags, and the smell of grilled meat is mouthwatering.
Sayla smirks. “You got enough tacos to feed the entire Stony Peak varsity football team.”
Dex fist-bumps her. “Go, Gray Squirrels!”
Loren peers in her bag, her veil falling over her face. “I never thought of beans and cheese as romantic, but I might be in love right now.”
“I know you’re hungry,” I say, brushing her veil back. “Go ahead and dig in.”
She blinks up at me. “I’d rather eat at home, if that’s all right with you.”
Home.The word on her lips makes my heart hammer.
“More than all right,” I say.