How To Ruin Your Ex's Wedding: A Romantic Comedy by Denise Wells

Author:Denise Wells [Wells, Denise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

“So you told him I would go to the wedding?” Gregor confirms.

“Yeah, G. I had to, man.”

I met Gregor at one of his pubs after leaving the Cascadian House. One, because I had to tell him he’s going to the wedding. And two, because I had to tell him Matthew Hanhauser had been found out. Lucky for me all this shit in my life is going down in the offseason and he’s more available than he would be ordinarily.

“You couldn’t just offer a custom jersey or a signed ball? Something easy?”

“Nah. Offering up you was the only thing that was going to save Tabby at that point. Dimplecock was pissed. And, to be honest, I’m still not real sure why.”

“To save Tabby, huh?” He grins. “Not to save you from a jealous fiancé?”

“Pfftt. No. That guy has no upper arm strength whatsoever. He came in for a punch, and I grabbed him by the wrist and had him twisted with his arm up behind his back before he could even follow through on the hit.”

Gregor chuckles. “I love that he was going to hit you. That shit is funny.”

“Glad I could entertain,” I mumble.

“When is it?”

“The wedding?”

“Yeah, man. When is the wedding?”

“In, like, seven weeks.”

“Seven weeks exactly? From today? Or . . . ?”

“I don’t know, maybe seven weeks from Saturday then. They just kept saying two months and that was, like, a week ago.”

“Well, how were you going to know when to show to take the pictures?”

“Someone was sure to tell me at some point. I don’t have much else going on.”

“Some of us do have other shit going on, man. I need a date and a time.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll get it for you. But once I do, you can’t say that you’re busy or some shit like that.”

“Hmmph.” Gregor grunts, then switches topics. “So, you’re not the photographer anymore?”

“Nah. I passed it off to Toby Benson. He’s a local, and totally pumped to get the referral.”

“Great, so now you can be my plus-one,” Gregor says, a villainous smile on his face.

“Oh no. No way. I am not going to that wedding. Besides, Wimpycock would have a fit, and Tabby would be the one who would suffer.”

“He won’t even know you’re there. Didn’t you say they’ve got, like, seven hundred people coming?”

“I said that venue could hold up to that many. I don’t know how many they’ll invite. I think it’s going to depend on where they have it.”

“So, what do I have to do when I’m there?”

“None of that came up. I think he just wants to know you’re going to be there. He idolizes you or some shit. You should have seen his face light up when I said your name. Go figure.”

“Shut up, man. I’m important to people. I’m like a fucking figurehead.”

We both laugh at that.

“Leslie,” Gregor calls out to his bartender. “Aren’t I important?”

“Yes, sir,” she replies. “The most important. Mr. VIP is what you are.”

Gregor looks at me as if to say, see?

“You sign her paychecks; her opinion doesn’t count.

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