Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
I could tell by Gal’s changing body language that she was getting ticked.
This happened between my two girls, but then again, it would.
Sunny, friendly, girlie, forthright Katie was going to rub up against world-weary, cynical, rabidly independent, forthright Gal.
It was just the way it was.
Though, sometimes it wasn’t pretty.
Now seemed to be stacking up as one of those times.
So I grew alert.
“He’s not shy,” Gal said sharply.
“He’s shy,” Katie shot back. “Not all guys are King Swagger. Maybe he’s been burned. Maybe he was gawky when he was young and he doesn’t realize he’s grown up to be a hottie. Maybe he’s just an introvert”—another head jerk my way—“like Alex, and he needs you to take the bull by the horn.” She grinned a sassy grin. “As the saying goes.”
Gal had sat up through this, and when Katie was done, she snapped, “He’s not shy, and he’s not into me. He just runs behind a lot when the tours are on.”
FYI: Dave, who for certain was into Gal, was semi new to town. He owned a small house and a large stable on the outskirts of Prescott Valley. During the summer, with tourists, or city-dwellers looking for something to do outside the Phoenix or Tucson heat, he did hiking and horse riding tours. Part-time in the summer, and full-time in the winter, he also drove a delivery van for UPS.
Oh, and he was totally a hottie.
I didn’t know why Gal wasn’t going there. But I was not someone who pushed. Gal was a big girl, and I figured she had her reasons.
Treat others as you want to be treated, and all that.
Katie, however…
“You’re the ballsiest chick I know,” Katie stated, “and you don’t have the guts to ask a hot guy out.”
Oh boy.
That was gauntlet thrown.
This statement was perhaps true, but still.
That glove was resting between them.
And Gal never ignored the glove.
Now was no different.
She plopped both Birkenstocked feet down on either side of the dog run and opened her mouth.
“Rix is coming with me, and he’s going to pretend to be my fiancé for Blake’s wedding.”
Obviously, that was me.
Both of them looked at me.
No, both of them gawked at me.
Even cool-customer Gal.
These were my closest friends, as in, the two people I loved the fiercest in the whole world.
Perhaps the only people in my life that I’d loved fiercely.
So they knew of my crush on Rix. They knew I worked with him. They knew Rix had flirted with me, then left me hanging. They knew we’d had words, patched it up and had been on a work trip together.
They did not know about the upcoming ruse.
I launched into the update.
“It’s a long story that involves me lying to Blake to say I had a boyfriend, and that boyfriend was Rix. Elsa Cohen, that gossip person on YouTube. Blake knowing Judge’s sister, who knows Rix, and calling her to catch me out on a lie. And Chloe thinking Rix is the guy he actually is, and he’d said yes to doing this already. But when Chloe spilled the beans, he said yes to doing it. We’re officially getting to know each other so we can pretend to be in love and looking forward to a long and happy future together. He came over on Sunday. We made my cheeseburger eggrolls and ended up outside on my deck, drinking beer and getting into a heated debate about which Star Wars movie was the best. He’s an Episode Four guy and refused to be swayed, no matter how solid my case was for The Empire Strikes Back.”
Neither of them said anything.
“Though,” I muttered, “when our discussion veered off to who was more badass, Tango or Cash, we both agreed Cash. Then we watched The Bastards of Baseball, which is really good. Sweet and inspiring, but also sad.”
Both of them remained silent.
“The wedding festivities include a formal cocktail party, a brunch, a semi-formal rehearsal dinner, and the big day, where I’ll be in four-inch heels for hours. Rix has committed to all of it, though I’m not sure he understands I’ll start bitching about my shoes at the one-hour mark, and he’s all in to sell it. As such, we have a binge weekend planned to watch The Queen’s Gambit, his house Friday, my house Saturday, finale at his house on Sunday. Things such as this will continue for the next month plus so we can get to know each other and successfully pull the wool over everyone’s eyes.” I drew in breath. “Oh…and he says we’re going to have to get used to touching and kissing each other, therefore we’ll be making out a lot.”
Now Katie had her mouth hanging open, and Gal’s eyebrows were to her hairline.
Gal recovered first.
“Wait, you crushed on him for years, when he discovered you were alive, he led you on and then blew you off at a bar, and now you’re fake getting married?”