Page 67 of The Game Plan
“Yeah?”
A soft smile spreads across her swollen, beautiful face.
“What if I told you I had a plan for today?”
Her eyes widen, no doubt remembering the last plan I had, which got us in this position.
“Let’s get married today. Are you ready to become Mrs. Campbell, Peach?”
Then, awkwardly, she flings herself at me. One leg slides to the other side of mine until she’s straddling my lap. Her arms loop around my neck, and her lips crash into mine. Fireworks explode in my chest, so bright I barely register the knock at the door—or it pushing open.
My sister’s yelp has Savannah and me separating.
“Ah!” she screams. “Sorry! But you’re not supposed to be here! Grooms aren’t supposed to see their brides on their wedding day.”
Sav and I chuckle.
“It’s a good thing you filled me in a few minutes ago,” Savannah says against my lips.
Bret’s eyes widen. “Oh my gosh, youjusttold her?”
I shake my head. Why does everything have to be so dramatic? Not long ago, the only drama coming from this apartment was during aCall of Dutytournament.
Savannah slides off my lap onto the couch as I stand. Leaning down, I kiss her forehead. “I’ve got to get to work.”
She grins at me. “I know.”
“Sure you want to become Mrs. Campbell?”
Her eyes lock onto mine. “I’ve never been more sure.”
Flashing her a wink, I don’t even make it three steps before my sister is shooing me out the door. “Leave, Brother. I’ve got her.”
Nudging my sister’s shoulder, I grab my workbag by the front door and walk outside with the sound of the girls’ giggles behind me.
Yeah, today is going to be a good day.
“Let’s get this party started,” Bret says, shutting the door behind Grant. I chuckle from my spot on the couch as I snuggle deeper into the cushions. A hum rolls through my body, and for the first time in a long time, I’m not scared.
Even though marrying a man I live with, a man I’ve only had a casual relationship with, is insane…I feel at ease with the decision.
Bret plops a brown paper bag on the coffee table before she hands me an iced coffee.
“It’s a cinnamon bun shaken espresso with white chocolate cold foam…decaf, of course.” I stare at her, eyebrow quirked,as she sits curling her legs underneath her. She must feel me staring because her head tilts in my direction. “Why are you looking at me like I have two heads?”
“I have no idea what you said.”
We both start laughing. “The girl in front of me ordered it, and I thought it sounded good. But since I only drink black coffee, I figured, what the hell, let Sav try it. If you hate it, dump it. Won’t hurt my feelings.”
I snort a laugh. “Thanks, Bret…for everything.”
She nudges my shoulder, eyes bright and warm. “What aresistersfor?”
Sisters.
Growing up as an only child, I always wanted a sister. Someone to share clothes with, talk about boys, have a built-in best friend. While I never got that chance, hearing Bret call us sisters sends warmth through me.
Reaching forward and rummaging through the paper bag, Bret pulls out a wrapped sandwich. “A bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit for you. I wasn’t sure if you could have deli meat, even warmed up, so I thought bacon was the safe option.”
