Page 104 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
“Nothing,” Maisey says. “And you aren’t being lame, you are a woman in charge of her emotions, who isn’t afraid to feel them.”
“Hoo-rah!” Crystal raises her glass.
“So, what’s the problem? If you still love him, you may as well marry him. Big deal.” Angela fills all our glasses again. It’s a good thing Maisey brought two bottles.
“It’s weird!” I fling a hand in the air to enunciate my point. “Right?”
“What’s weird about it?” Crystal asks.
“For one, I was supposed to marry someone else today!”
“So?” Angela asks.
“Am I making a big deal out of nothing?” I ask Crystal and Maisey. “Since this one over here”—I gesture to Angela—“seems to think that marrying someone else is no big thing.”
Both heads nod back at me.
“So, what do I do?”
“This might just be me, but I say go get your guy,” Crystal says.
“Just like that?” I ask.
“Just like that,” Angela says.
“Hell, yes,” Maisey adds.
Go get my guy. Just like that. Hell, yes. Well, shit, maybeI’mthe only weird thing here.
I drain my glass. “Okay. How?”
Crystal hands me my phone from the nightstand. “You could start by calling, find out where he’s at, and then go talk to him. No pressure, just a conversation.”
“Okay.” My hands shake as I pull up Pax’s number. It used to be first in my favorites list. Now it’s buried in the “Bs” under his last name.
I hesitate before hitting the button to connect. “I’m scared.”
“Of?” the girls chorus.
“I don’t know. Being rejected? Being happy? Having it work out? Having it not?”
“Pfft.” Crystal waves a hand in the air. “That’s normal. Don’t even worry about that. It’s called doubt. It’s what we mortals feel when making a decision. You fancy pants people wouldn’t know of such things.” I laugh and hit the button to connect the call. Then hold my breath. It goes straight to voicemail. I disconnect before leaving a message and tell the girls as much.
“I’ll call Gregor,” Maisey says.
“And say what?” I ask.
“I’ll just find out if he knows where Pax is.”
I nod in agreement and she makes the call.
“Hey, it’s Maisey,” she says. Then she giggles. “I was just wondering if you knew where Pax is . . . oh . . . oh no, where? . . . do you think . . . okay . . . thank you.”
She turns to us. “Gregor just put him on the ferry back to Seattle. And he thinks Pax is going straight from there to the other ferry that’ll take him back to Port Orchard and his house after that. He says that Pax was doing okay, but not great. And that he wanted to be alone.”
“Is that good?” I ask.
“I think so,” Maisey says. “I mean, he’s just going home. You know where that is, right?”
