Page 53 of Fool for You
Kyla shot up, handing me her drink before she peeked into the curtain. Seconds later, she stepped back out and gave me a sweet smile. “Zipper got stuck.”
“He wasn’t about checking names off a list?” I asked softly once Kyla got back to me, taking her drink back.
I heard Abi bark a laugh. “No, my brother may be a playboy, but he’s notthatpromiscuous. He wants to have fun, fewer responsibilities when it comes to certain things, and to feel free in a way. But it’s not a different girl every single night. In fact…now that I think about it, he hasn’t been out or brought anyone home in a while. I think the last hook-up I saw was Melanie, and before her…I honestly can’t remember. He’s too busy looking at someone else.”
I opened my jaw to say something, but once Abi stepped out of the dressing room, I was stunned into silence, not even registering anything she said about Wyatt. She stepped out into the light of the shop and up on the small pedestal, still facing us. She was absolutely radiant.
She was wearing my pick. A cream satin gown with spaghetti straps, a V-neck, with the fabric cascading down her body, flowing down her legs over her boots. There were no pearls or beads. There was no lace. There were no designs to draw youaway from the woman wearing the dress. Just her beauty, her elegance. Her blue eyes moved back and forth between us.
“What? Is it that bad?” Abi asked, her hands running down her hips.
“No Abs…” Kyla set her glass down on the table in front of us and stood, closing the gap between her and Abi. “This is...” She lightly touched Abi’s shoulders and spun her to the mirror, and the entire room glowed once Abi saw herself. “Oh my God.”
Abi studied herself in the mirror, her hand moving down her body, her breath completely gone. Just like us, she was stunned to silence.
She lifted the skirt, popping her toe up to show her boot, giggling a little once she saw that yes, they still worked perfectly with the dress. She bent slightly at the waist, her cheeks turning full on pink once she turned to us.
“I’m not trying my pick on.” Her voice cracked. “This…this…”
“Is perfect,” Kyla whispered. “I know there are probably a million other words I could use to describe it, but perfect fits. Quinn”—she turned to me—“isn’t it?”
I smiled at Abi. “It is,” I whispered back.
“I’m never taking it off.” Abi declared, wrapping her arms around her torso.
“Well.” I stood. “Eventually you have to.”
“Cash will take it off for you.” Kyla joked.
Abi cut her a look but then blushed. She let out a breath and held back her emotions, turning back to us. “Okay, okay. Enough about me—”
“But you’re the bride?” I narrowed my brow. “This is literally about you.”
“It’s your guys’ turn.” Abi spun, the skirt flowing over her boots. “I’m thinking purple with brown hats?”
Ourturn.
“Abi, I don’t need—” I started, waving a hand in front of me, wiping away what she was just implying.
“Quinn.” Abi turned, her hands finding my shoulders at the same time her blue eyes found mine. I never noticed they were exactly the same as Wyatt’s. And suddenly, she had my full attention. “Do you know how important you are to Cash?”
I gave a small nod. He was important to me, too, so of course I hoped I was important to him.
“So, you know how important you are to me. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I’d love for you to be next to Cash and me on our wedding day. I’d love for you to be a part of the wedding party.”
The love in her voice carried through to me, and I felt my heart begin to swell. How was I supposed to react to this? Obviously, my answer was yes. Abi had entered my life a little over a year ago, and even though most of that year was spent with me on the road or training, Abi had managed to become someone I could look up to. She had a way of making you feel loved, making you feel wanted—part of her family—and now, her hands on my shoulders, I couldn’t help but feel exactly that. Loved. Wanted. A part ofherfamily.
I took a deep breath and let my body move on its own. I wrapped my arms around Abi’s neck and buried my face in her hair. She gave a small laugh, her arms squeezing me tight.
“I take it that’s a yes?” Her voice rose with her laughter.
“Of course. I’d be honored.” I pulled away and held her at arm’s length, locking onto her blue eyes. “But purple?” I raised a brow.
She dropped her chin, her shoulders shaking in a silent laugh. “Okay, I’ll admit, I have no clue how to pick colors for a wedding. All I knew was my dress had to be white.” She looked down at her body. “And it’s not even that.”
Kyla and I shared a quick glance, and a new affection filtered between us. We mirrored a smile, and at the same time, grabbed Abi’s hands to pull her towards the rows of colorful dresses that Kyla and I could try. We tried pink, purple, navy, black, brown…but ultimately settled on a brown hat, brown boots, and a turquoise light flowy dress.
“The men won’t know what hit them.” Kyla spun, the skirt flowing around her knees. “Imagine Poppy in this color. She is the flower girl, right?”
