Page 42 of The Worst Best Man
“Did you steal this? And I feel like I have to repeat my question from last night. Are you even old enough to drive?”
“You wanna stand here and ask questions, or do you want to go to Rockley?” Antonio asked.
“Oh, my God. Just drive.” Frankie climbed in next to him and fastened the safety harness.
“Yee haw!” Antonio gunned the engine, jumped the curb, and tore down the winding drive to the road.
“Donotkill us!” Frankie shouted over the rumble of the engine.
Antonio approached the highway like a villain in a car chase. Frankie covered her eyes with her hands and said her prayers. She heard horns and braced for death. But the impact and death never came. She peeked through her fingers to see they were tooling down the highway weaving in and out of traffic.
“Okay. We’re not dead. This is a good start.”
“So, what’s the plan, lady? You find your friend last night?”
“The plan is you’re driving me to Rockley, I’m rescuing my friend, and you are driving us back to the resort in time for the wedding.”
“Good plan,” Antonio nodded. “Where’s Money Bags?”
“Aiden?” Frankie glared out the windshield. “He had business to take care of.”
“So, you’re going to rescue your friend by yourself?”
“If you want something done right…”
Antonio nodded sagely.
“Speaking of Money Bags,” Frankie began. “My pockets aren’t as deep as his.”
“That’s okay. You can pay me by flashing your boobs again.”
Frankie cuffed him on the back of the head. “Hey!”
He grinned.
Frankie’s phone rang. “Oh, hell.” It was Pruitt.
“Hey, bride!” Frankie answered. She sounded like a complete phony.
“Where are you? We’re ready for bridesmaid pictures.”
Frankie slapped herself on the forehead. Shit.
“I’m not there actually. I’m, uh, heading to the… dock?”
“The dock?”
Frankie could hear the note of panic in Pru’s voice.
“Yeah, I wanted to get down here and check in on Chip for you. Just so, you know… you’d know,” she finished lamely.
“You’re the best friend a girl could have,” Pru sniffed. “I didn’t want to say anything, but I’m just tied up in knots. I just need to hear his voice and know that everything is still good.”
“Everything is going to be better than good,” Frankie promised. “I’m going to have him call you as soon as I see him. He probably just dropped his phone overboard or something. You know how he is with those things.”
“Yeah,” Pru sniffled. “I do. I just… come back soon, okay? I can’t wait for you to see Margeaux’s eyebrow. They had to draw it back on.”
Frankie rubbed her temples. “I’ll be back before you know it,” she promised.
