Page 35 of Best Man Speaking

“You fix houses, not relationships with people. I have some kids who could run a mediation session if you need it, though?” he asks sarcastically.

“I’ll definitely let you know if it comes to it, although I wouldn’t think you’d want us to give them ideas on how to argue.”

“I’d like to think you’d be on your best behavior in front of kids, but it wouldn’t surprise me if you couldn’t manage it.”

“I’ll sort it out, Jules.”

“Excellent, and just to help expedite the process, I need the two of you to go for your fittings tomorrow. You’re booked in for 9:30 a.m. Erica’s already texted Hallie with the details. You’re driving.”

I could sigh and pretend to be annoyed, but I’m ready to get this ball rolling. I open my texts.

Marcus:It was only a kiss.

Hallie:You’re such a dick.

Marcus:What? I love The Killers.

Hallie:No. I love The Killers, and I hate you.

Marcus:You needn’t lie to yourself like that.

Hallie:No. What I need is to not have to look at your face anymore.

Marcus:Reverse cowgirl it is then.

Hallie:I. Hate. You.

Marcus:No, but really, I can’t believe you called me a toxic piece of shit.

Hallie:I wondered how well that message was going to be relayed to you. I’m glad to see it made it there, word for word.

Marcus:Honestly. I deserve worse.

Hallie:Oh, that can be arranged.

Marcus:In person?

Hallie:Potentially.

Marcus:Like tomorrow on our way to a suit fitting?

Hallie:Potentially.

Marcus:Do you know any other words starting with ‘p’?

Hallie:Potentially.

Marcus:Do I get to have another taste of you?

Hallie:Piss. Off.

Hallie is out by my truck by 9:00 a.m., looking less than impressed with her life’s choices. Her blond hair is tied in a hot mess of a bun on top of her head, her sunglasses are dark, and her oversized, faded black T-shirt has the word “Don’t”embroidered in white over her right breast. She lifts her head as my door clicks shut behind me, and her brows rise at the sight of the two travel mugs in my hands.

“Morning, sunshine,” I call, walking toward her. My voice gives away my genuine thrill at having her stuck in my company for the rest of the day. “You still secretly enjoy your morning coffee sweet?”

“I still enjoy caffeine in all its forms. Especially if I’m being asked to spend my time with you.”

I pass Hallie a mug as I reach past her to open the passenger side door, where I try not to brush up against her like some lonesome tomcat. “I’d wondered if you’d spend the day giving me the silent treatment. Disappointing to realize that won’t be the case. With our lovely list of rules, we gotta be polite in public.”

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