“Let me know if there’s something I can do to help,” I offered. “You seem to have your hands full with this one. I’d be happy to do whatever I can to help you give them the best day ever.”
He squeezed me briefly. “I think the best thing we can do is just support them.”
“Supporting friends isn’t something I have a lot of experience with, but I’ll do my best.”
Parker shot me a strange look. “It’s not?”
“We’ll talk about it later,” I lied. I had no intention of telling him anything about that, but I’d accidentally said too much, and now I’d have to find a way around it. “What restaurant are we going to?”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure we’re in for yet another surprise.”
He was right. The minivans that had been ready to transport us from the chapel to the restaurant where the dinner was taking place pulled up in front of a building shaped like a flying saucer. Everything inside it was alien themed, but the food was great, and thankfully, the cocktails Anna was downing one after the other seemed to have taken the edge off for her.
After polishing off one of the best burgers I’d ever had, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. While I washed my hands, Anna stumbled in, her hazy eyes spotting me immediately.
“Isabella!” she exclaimed. “We haven’t gotten to spend any time together. Why don’t you come sleep in my room tonight? We’ll have a sleepover and drink all the wine we can get our hands on.”
I didn’t know how to turn her down without suggesting that she’d probably had enough for the night before her wedding. “Won’t Colt object to me sharing your bed with you guys? Besides, I’m sure he’s going to want some peace and quiet to rewrite his vows.”
She waved her hands around in the air, coming over to the sinks instead of going into a stall. Catching herself on the porcelain edge when she tripped on her last step, she giggled and leaned against the wall beside it for support.
“You and Parker obviously sorted out your differences,” she said, her words slightly slurred. “It looks like he’s turning out to be an awesome fiancé. You’re lucky he’s still so into you. I saw him carrying you off the beach in Maui. You guys get passion right.”
“What do you mean? Don’t get me wrong, he is an awesome fiancé and I am lucky. We’re very happy together, but you’re the one getting married tomorrow.”
She made a gagging sound. “Don’t you ever fight?”
“Of course we do,” I admitted, not seeing any reason to lie to her about it. Parker had said we should support them, and that was what I was trying to do.
She pouted. “I always thought that couples were supposed to fight. That it just meant they were passionate, but now I don’t know. All Colt and I do these days is fight, and it doesn’t feel like it’s because we’re passionate. Parker carrying you off the beach? That was passion.”
Was it?I wasn’t so sure.Being horny does not equal being passionate.
“Maybe you’re just stressed,” I said cautiously. “Things will look better tomorrow. I saw Colt staring at you that night in Maui. I don’t think we’re the only ones doing passion right.”
Anna looked a bit haunted suddenly, and my stomach turned when she jumped forward and hurried into a stall to throw up.Oh, crap.
A sinking feeling that the wedding was doomed crept over me. I really hoped I was wrong, but as she heaved on the other side of the partition, I didn’t think I was.
Time to find Parker.Maybe he and Colt will know how to get things back on track.