It's Raining Men by Julie Hammerle

Author:Julie Hammerle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Women's Fiction;Women's Humorous Fiction;City Life Fiction;Contemporary Romance Fiction;Romantic Themes Love Triangle;Romantic Comedy;Women's Fiction;General Humorous Fiction;Julie Hammerle;Operation Cinderella by Julie Hammerle;Write Before Christmas by Julie Hammerle;Entangled Publishing;Amara;Single Title Romance;Stand alone romance;USA Today bestselling author;Laugh out Loud romance;Humorous Romance;RomCom;Trade Paperback Fiction;Chicago;Bartender;Love triangle;Women over forty;Musician;Doctor;Marriage of convenience;Trivia;It’s Raining Men
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-05-08T23:39:12+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Iran-Contra with Konami Code

By the time we got to Huntley for Kelly’s bridal shower, my headache had become a real, almost corporeal thing. It felt like a tiny-but-strong monster running through my brain. I popped a few ibuprofens as soon as I parked the car.

My mom, thankfully, after our little emotional detour, had quickly turned the conversation over to my cousin who had just gotten engaged to her ex-husband’s sister. Thank goodness for relatives with drama.

The banquet hall in Huntley was packed with people, most of them unfamiliar, even to me. My mom, who didn’t know anyone, hovered at my side as I glanced around the room, looking for somewhere to go. I finally spotted Yessi, Polly, and their baby, Olivia, in the back corner. “There are our people.”

I led my mom over there, and we all did our hugs and hellos. Polly asked me about work, and I asked her how the veterinarian business was going. Yessi, who was holding Olivia, gave me a one-armed hug. “Be forewarned,” she whispered in my ear, “Kelly is in full bridezilla mode.”

“Well, it’s her shower,” I said.

“I know, but, dude, I made one little joke about the signature drink, and, well…” She gestured toward our table. “I thought it’d be prudent to sit in the back.”

“What’s the signature drink?”

Biting her lip to keep from laughing, she handed me a champagne flute filled with bubblegum pink liquid and garnished with gold leaf. “True Love’s Kiss,” she managed to blurt out.

Wrinkling my nose, I sipped it and immediately started coughing. “Oh my god! What’s in this? My lips are burning.” I grabbed a glass of water from the table, even though I knew that would only exacerbate the problem.

“It’s basically a vodka cranberry, but with liquid smoke and a hint of Scotch bonnet pepper.” Yessi waggled her eyebrows. “Apparently Mark likes things spicy.”

“Oh shit.” I waved my hand in front of my mouth. “I was not expecting that.”

Yessi took her seat. “All I’m saying is, tread lightly.”

“Unlike this drink.” I grabbed a roll from the bread basket. Maybe that would help smother the fire raging in my mouth.

“Yessi,” my mom said, “did you see Annie’s little video?”

I groaned. “Mom…”

“I sure did,” Yessi said. “I thought it was great—especially the part where it looked like you were using a stethoscope for the first time.”

“Yessi,” Polly said in a warning tone.

“I’m kidding.” Yessi patted my hand. “Annie knows I’m just busting her balls.”

“I do,” I said. “And I’m not used to being on camera, so forgive me for looking a little wooden.”

“A lot wooden,” Yessi said, struggling with a squirming Olivia. “But we still love you.” She blew me a kiss.

“What do you think about her and Rob Casey?” my mom asked.

I shot daggers across the table at my mother.

“Rob who?” Yessi said.

“My neighbor,” my mom said. “He and Annie are getting pretty serious.”

Yessi’s eyes, usually flashing and laughing, darkened in confusion.

My mom passed Yessi her phone. “Here he is.”

Yessi, quiet for once, peered down at Rob.

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