Page 50 of The Wedding Driver
Tonya should change her passcode. “Stop that.”
“Do you remember what happened the last time you went on these apps? You ended up dating some creepy-ass men, not to mention that guy you had a crush on in the seventh grade who turned out to be a weirdo.” Tiki swiped at the screen.
“Riley wasn’t a weirdo,” Tonya said.
“Oh. My God. You are not going out with Riley, the needy-ass fuck, tomorrow night.” Tiki held up Tonya cell’s phone. “What the hell are you thinking?”
“Give me that.” Tonya snagged her cell. “He’s a nice guy.”
“He’s needy as all get-out,” Tayla said. “You had to have Grandpa and Dad explain to him that you no longer wanted to see him.”
“You have to call off this date.” Tiki arched a brow.
“I haven’t confirmed it. He just saw that I was on the app again and messaged me, asking me out for tomorrow,” Tonya finally admitted. She had no desire to see, much less be romantically involved with Riley. But she did want to move past Foster. She spent years waiting for a man who couldn’t give all of himself. It didn’t matter that she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he cared deeply. Sometimes love wasn’t enough.
“That does make me feel a little better,” Tayla said. “But we both think you’re making a mistake regarding Foster.”
“Holy shit. You’re kidding, right? This coming from the two people who thought I was crazy to sit around and wait for him.” Tonya stood. She’d had enough. She loved her sisters, but it was time to call it a night. “I’m not going to sit here and do this with you. Not tonight. Not ever.”
“Whoa. That’s not fair.” Tiki waved her hand and pointed to the chair. “We were the ones telling you to shit or get off the pot. We’re glad you finally put it all out there. We’re upset that Foster wants to try with you and you shut him down. That was cold.”
“I love you both, but I’m walking home.” Tonya downed the rest of her wine. No point in letting it go to waste.
“Don’t be like that,” Tayla said, but she didn’t bother to get up. That was telling.
“Let her go.” Tiki sighed. “Unless she’s willing to have the hard discussion.”
“I can’t believe you.” Tonya planted her hands on her hips. “Last year when you were going through all your shit with Josh, we were there for you and we certainly didn’t judge you.”
“Maybe so, but you did have a lot of opinions about what I should or shouldn’t do. This situation is no different, except I listened to you,” Tiki said. “You’re not hearing anyone, and truthfully, you’re being an asshole, especially to Foster, who wants to be with you. Josh didn’t want to be with me. Big difference.”
Tonya had no idea why her sisters were picking a fight. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Usually when it did, more alcohol had been consumed or it was about something a little heavier, but she had no intention of sticking around and playing along. She wasn’t in the mood. Not tonight. Maybe never. Not where Foster was concerned. That was a closed book. “I’ll see you both later.” She waved her hand over her head and strolled toward the main road. It wasn’t very late and it would take her all of ten minutes to get to the carriage house.
“Text us when you get home,” Tayla called.
“Whatever,” Tonya replied. Her chest tightened. She honestly tried not to regret her decision to be with Foster; however, it was becoming increasingly hard. Why everyone in her family took his side made no sense to her.
For starters, there shouldn’t be aside.
Secondly, they should support her, not him. She understood they liked him and she didn’t want that to stop. She still planned on trying to find a way back to being his friend.
But that would take time.
And space.
Perhaps a little patience.
Something her family should respect.
She turned down her street, rounding the corner past the Mason Jug, which was owned by Ryan’s older brother and his wife. As she approached her carriage house, she groaned.
Foster’s truck was parked in her driveway.
Shit.
He was the last person she wanted to deal with tonight, especially after this evening’s events. She paused at the edge of the pavement. Her stomach twisted into knots. The realization that her sisters picked a fight with her and didn’t fight to have her stay on girls’ night because they knew Foster was waiting set her blood on fire.
He leaned against the back of his pickup with a bouquet of flowers.
