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And I swear, two seconds later he’s out. I don’t drift off, but I also don’t mind lying next to him for as long as he sleeps.

Chapter 15

“Wedding Gods, we need your hel—”

“Goddesses.”

I sigh, dropping Theresa’s hand and opening one eye to look at her. “What?”

“I’m just saying, if we want to get your dress, we should probably talk to the ladies up there,” she says, gesturing to the ceiling in the Bed Bath & Beyond storage room. Alec covers his laugh with a cough and I nudge him with my knee.

“All right…WeddingGoddesses,we need your help.”

“My friends have gone insane,” Alec interrupts, and I nudge him again. Theresa bites back her laugh, and I ignore them both, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

“THE dress needs to be in the winter sale.”

“Shit, I forgot the glitter.”

I drop my friends’ hands again and slump my shoulders. “What?”

“We have to toss glitter in the air,” Theresa says, throwing her arms out like she’s actually tossing glitter. “Otherwise it won’t work.”

Alec nods. “Yeah, and the glitter has to be from a fairy’s ass.”

“Like Peter Pan.”

“Tinker Bell didn’t poop glitter.”

“How do you even know that?”

“I babysit.”

They both laugh, and I shove from my spot on the floor. “Y’all are fired.”

“Sorry, Liz,” Theresa says, but her smile is still on and she’s sharing a look with Alec. “We’ll be good.”

“Nope. You’ve offended the Wedding Goddesses. We have to chant around an empty hanger now.”

“I’ll get my bongos,” Alec says, and I smack his shoulder. This sounded so much better in my head when Theresa showed up with coffee. I’ve been working since eight this morning, and I’ll be here until we close. Maybe an entire month of sleep deprivation has something to do with my insanity.

A tap comes at the employee door, and Alec gets up and cracks it open.

“Hey,” Jace says, and Alec lets him in. Theresa’s smile fades somewhat and she starts gathering the candy wrappers we’ve accumulated since I went on break.

“What’re you doing here?” I ask Jace, tucking my polo into my khakis. It’s almost time for me to clock back in.

“Landon wanted me to drop this off.” He holds up the bag of groceries—okay, it’s probably just twelve boxes of mac and cheese—but I’d told Landon to grab them today while he was out.

“He has to stay late again?” I ask, taking the bag with a pout. “But it’s Halloween.”

“Yeah. It wasn’t the best day of shooting.” He scratches the back of his neck, and I notice he’s got a slice on his arm.

“That’s a good makeup job,” I joke, nodding to the cut.

“Hurt like hell. Got cocky with one of the prop shovels.”

“Oh!” Theresa says, leaping to her feet. “Blood chant. We can get your dress with that.”

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