Page 15 of Pitching for Keeps
My stomach drops. The wedding photos start at 2:00. The ceremony is at 4:00. If his meeting runs long...
Me: You'll make it back in time?
Jay: I'll be there. Promise. Might have to change in the car, but I'll be there.
Three dots appear, then disappear, then appear again.
Jay: I missed five years of important moments. Not missing anymore.
"Tracy!" Megan's voice carries through the door. "Bridal party breakfast in ten minutes! And don't think you're getting out of explaining why you're glowing!"
I shoot out of bed and assess the damage in the mirror. Oh no. I am glowing. My face has achieved levels of happiness that no amount of concealer is going to hide.
"Coming!" I call back, then whisper to my reflection, "Stop looking so happy. Look normal. Try to look like someone who didn't spend half the night texting her ex-boyfriend who's not her ex anymore."
My phone buzzes.
Jay: And yes, I'm your boyfriend again. In case that wasn't clear.
Me: How did you know I was wondering that?
Jay: Because I know you, Tracy. You're probably talking to yourself in the mirror right now.
I look around my room suspiciously, then back at my phone.
Jay: Also because I was wondering the same thing at 3 AM.
By the time I make it downstairs, the kitchen is full of bridesmaids in matching robes, and Megan takes one look at me and starts clapping.
"I knew it!" she shrieks. "Look at her face! Look at that Jay Talley glow!"
"There's no glow," I protest, pouring coffee with hands that are definitely not shaking. "This is just my regular face."
"Your regular face doesn't smile before coffee," Sarah points out. "Also, you're humming."
"I'm not humming."
"You're literally humming 'Take Me Out to the Ballgame.'"
I stop humming.
"So," Megan slides into the seat next to me, "tell us everything. The kiss, the declarations, the?—"
"Shouldn't we be focusing on you?" I deflect. "It's your wedding day! You're the bride! Let's talk about bride things!"
"Nice try." She grins. "But watching my sister get back together with the love of her life is the best wedding present ever. Now spill."
My phone buzzes. I try to check it casually.
Jay: Heading to the field. Thinking about you.
"Is that him?" Megan tries to peek at my phone. "What did he say? Are you sexting?"
"MEGAN!"
"She's blushing!" Sarah announces. "Tracy's sexting the baseball player!"
"I'm not—we're not—" I fumble my phone. "He's just saying he has practice."
