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The corner of my lips tilts up into a smile. “No. What did it say?”

Her brows furrow. “You know what it said because you wrote it, and I’m pretty sure your sister knows you wrote it.”

“I submitted it at the beginning of the year. Doesn’t matter now, does it? Things have changed. BFFs and all that, right?” I twirl her out, where she hits a pose, then flawlessly comes back to me, not missing a single beat.

“Right.” She nods. “Just making sure you’re not having cold feet.”

I shake my head. “Not yet. You?”

“No,” she tells me with a laugh. “We have changed. For the better, I think.”

“Yeah.” I smile. “It all kinda worked out the way it was supposed to.”

We finish dancing and make our way back to where Cash is standing up, telling jokes. Grace and I fill in behind the crowd of people, listening to him talk about assisting in the birth of a calf.

When he gets to the placenta, I yell, “Let’s talk about something else.”

Everyone laughs and starts clapping.

“Disgusting,” Grace mutters.

Eventually, she starts yawning, and then she turns to me. “I think I’m gonna head out.”

I reach down and give her a side hug, catching the faint hint of vanilla and sweat. “Good seein’ you.”

“Yeah, same.” She walks away and tells everyone else goodbye too. As she makes her way out the door, I follow her.

“Grace,” I say, catching up to her. “I forgot to ask you a question.”

She turns around, looks up into my eyes, and waits. Her arms are crossed over her chest.

“Can you meet Stephanie at the old warehouse her parents own tomorrow, around dark? She wants to see if you think it’s a good location.”

She searches my face and nods. I reach forward, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

“I almost thought I was going to have amovie magicmoment.” She smirks and adds a reminder to her phone. “I’ll be there. Will you?”

“Maybe.”

She turns and walks to her car, shaking her hips as she laughs. “Good night, Harri.”

“Night, Gracie.”

27

GRACE

Iwake up, feeling like a train ran over me, but I get up and get dressed, feeling completely different about life. I feel different, knowing this wedding is happening so soon.

As I’m standing in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee, Remi enters the living room with her laptop. Her hair is in pigtails, and she’s wearing tall socks and booty shorts. Then, I realize she’s wearing glasses, and I give her a confused look.

“Yes, they’re real. Haven’t you seen Colt wearing his? Not sure what happened. About two years ago, both of our eyesight went to shit at the same time. We chalked it up to being a twin thing.”

“No, I had no idea. They look cute,” I tell her.

She crosses her legs and sets her computer on her thighs. The keys click and clank, and then she stops and looks up at me. “Shouldn’t you be going to work?”

“The thought makes me sick,” I tell her. “Gives me the ick.”

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