Page 3 of When You Least Expect It
“So, are you going to finally put him out of his misery?”I asked as I walked into my bedroom, dumping my purse and tote on the bed.“I mean, in all honesty, your five-year rule is rather crazy.”
“It’s not crazy,” she argued.“It ensures that the match is solid before you go to all the trouble of changing your last name.I mean, that shit has to be a bitch to deal with.”
She wasn’t wrong.
“So, what makes you think that he’s serious?”I asked, dropping on the bed, putting my bath on hold for the moment.
“When he asked me to marry him, he said ‘We’re getting married, and I mean it, Abrielle’,” she replied.
“No getting down on one knee or anything?”
“Nope,” she answered.“He just grabbed my hand, slipped the engagement ring on my finger, then went to go make dinner.”
“Okay, I think this is the part where I tell you congratulations,” I said, my heart feeling warm and giddy for my sister.
“Well, nothing is official until it’s on social media, so don’t congratulate me just yet,” she said cautiously.“Besides, I still have to tell the parentals.”
“Who will be very happy for you,” I pointed out.“They love Mitchell.”
“Well, if you’re not going to talk me out of it, then I expect you to help me plan the wedding,” she stated, knowing full well that she was just as happy as I was for her.Abrielle wasn’t a pushover, so if she was wearing Mitchell’s ring, it was because she wanted to.
“Oh, God,” I groaned.“Why can’t you guys elope like decent human beings?”
“If we elope, then guess who’s left to give Mom and Dad a traditional wedding?”she remarked pointedly.“But if that’s what you want...”
I snorted at that.“I can’t get the guy at Radial to give me a discount on my oil changes, much less find a man to marry me.So, I think I’m safe in that regard.”
“You just need to lower your standards a bit,” she advised.“You’re too picky.”
“Wanting a guy to have a job, not live with his parents, and have all his teeth is not being picky,” I told her.“I don’t even care what kind of job it is as long as it’s legal, and even then, if he can support himself, then I’m open to negotiations.”
“Lots of hockey players have their teeth missing,” she said, not missing a beat.
“And if you can find me a professional hockey player that can put up with me, then I’ll scratch teeth right off my list,” I harrumphed.
Abrielle laughed, and the sound made me smile.“I’ll get right on that.”
After a few seconds, I said, “Call Mom and Dad.They deserve to know next.”
“Thank you, Calista,” she said sincerely.“You’re the best.”
“Love you, Brie,” I replied before hanging up to go bribe Harvey with treats before my bath.
