his pecs.’ I mean, come on, my brain wasn’t exactly functioning correctly. Not after he—”
“Nope.” Faith Donovan took one hand off the arm of her wheelchair and held it in the air. “Don’t wanna hear it again. The first time was more than enough.”
Grimacing, Bliss fluffed the skirt of Faith’s wedding dress hanging on the stand, waiting for its big day, which happened to be tomorrow.
A Christmas Eve wedding. Just thinking about it made Bliss teary.
Too bad the groom—
Nope, not going there.
“Sorry, sorry. But now I don’t know what to do. Should I ask Lori for his number? I mean, I snuck out of his apartment like I was embarrassed to be there. He probably thinks I’m a bitch. Or worse, he doesn’t care and was happy I left and didn’t have to deal with the morning-after bullshit.”
“From what you were telling me about him, that doesn’t sound like something he’d do. But I never met him so…” Faith shrugged and sipped her own coffee.
“I know. Ugh. Maybe I just have to let this one go. I mean, last night was amazing but I know from talking to Lori that these guys are always on the move. The good ones barely ever stay in one place more than a few months. And from what I’ve heard, Shane’s good enough for an NHL slot. He won’t be here long.”
Faith’s eyebrows rose. “Sounds like you’ve been doing some online creeping.”
Sighing, Bliss picked up Faith’s veil from the chair and hung it on the rack with her dress. “Maybe a little. Just to depress myself even more.” With a huff, Bliss sank into the seat across from Faith. “All right, no more. So, is everything ready for tomorrow night?”
Faith laughed, though Bliss swore she heard a little strain that hadn’t been there before.
“You’ve met my mom so you know the answer to that.”
Bliss had met Faith’s mom, Shelly, at the same time she’d met Faith. A year ago, just after Faith had gotten her chair. Bliss’s shop had been the third one Faith and Shelly had visited. Faith had been near tears but unwilling to give up in pursuit of the perfect dress. Shelly had been ready to strangle the next person who treated Faith like an invalid.
Bliss had shaken their hands, asked Faith her size, and started to pull out dresses, never once mentioning that they could be altered to take her “condition” into consideration.
Faith had smiled and Shelly had burst into tears. And Bliss had gained a new friend who didn’t let her disability define her. Something Bliss had a little experience with.
“So then everything’s been checked at least five times.”
“You know it.” And there was that look on Faith’s face again. “I just…”
Bliss set her coffee cup on the table and leaned forward, concerned. “Just what?”
With a shake of her head, Faith smiled. “Jitters. They suck. You know what, I think I do want to hear more about this amazing guy you met last night.”
Since Faith was getting married tomorrow, Bliss decided not to push. Every bride had jitters before her wedding. They came with the territory.
“There’s really nothing else to tell. Except I think I made a really stupid mistake by not leaving my number.”
“It’s not like you don’t know how to get his.”
Bliss rolled her eyes. “Then I look pathetic, and if he really doesn’t want to hear from me, then I’m being clingy.”
Faith’s nose scrunched. “Yeah, I get it. But still, if you want to see the guy again, and I think you do, then get his number. You never know, he could be the one.”
And there was that tone in Faith’s voice again, and she couldn’t ignore it this time.
“Hey.” She reached over and grabbed Faith’s hand. “Is something going on? I mean, other than the fact that you’re getting married tomorrow?”
Faith didn’t answer right away, wouldn’t meet Bliss’s gaze for several seconds. When she finally did, Bliss knew her friend was having more than jitters.
“I’m afraid Jimmy doesn’t want to
“Nope.” Faith Donovan took one hand off the arm of her wheelchair and held it in the air. “Don’t wanna hear it again. The first time was more than enough.”
Grimacing, Bliss fluffed the skirt of Faith’s wedding dress hanging on the stand, waiting for its big day, which happened to be tomorrow.
A Christmas Eve wedding. Just thinking about it made Bliss teary.
Too bad the groom—
Nope, not going there.
“Sorry, sorry. But now I don’t know what to do. Should I ask Lori for his number? I mean, I snuck out of his apartment like I was embarrassed to be there. He probably thinks I’m a bitch. Or worse, he doesn’t care and was happy I left and didn’t have to deal with the morning-after bullshit.”
“From what you were telling me about him, that doesn’t sound like something he’d do. But I never met him so…” Faith shrugged and sipped her own coffee.
“I know. Ugh. Maybe I just have to let this one go. I mean, last night was amazing but I know from talking to Lori that these guys are always on the move. The good ones barely ever stay in one place more than a few months. And from what I’ve heard, Shane’s good enough for an NHL slot. He won’t be here long.”
Faith’s eyebrows rose. “Sounds like you’ve been doing some online creeping.”
Sighing, Bliss picked up Faith’s veil from the chair and hung it on the rack with her dress. “Maybe a little. Just to depress myself even more.” With a huff, Bliss sank into the seat across from Faith. “All right, no more. So, is everything ready for tomorrow night?”
Faith laughed, though Bliss swore she heard a little strain that hadn’t been there before.
“You’ve met my mom so you know the answer to that.”
Bliss had met Faith’s mom, Shelly, at the same time she’d met Faith. A year ago, just after Faith had gotten her chair. Bliss’s shop had been the third one Faith and Shelly had visited. Faith had been near tears but unwilling to give up in pursuit of the perfect dress. Shelly had been ready to strangle the next person who treated Faith like an invalid.
Bliss had shaken their hands, asked Faith her size, and started to pull out dresses, never once mentioning that they could be altered to take her “condition” into consideration.
Faith had smiled and Shelly had burst into tears. And Bliss had gained a new friend who didn’t let her disability define her. Something Bliss had a little experience with.
“So then everything’s been checked at least five times.”
“You know it.” And there was that look on Faith’s face again. “I just…”
Bliss set her coffee cup on the table and leaned forward, concerned. “Just what?”
With a shake of her head, Faith smiled. “Jitters. They suck. You know what, I think I do want to hear more about this amazing guy you met last night.”
Since Faith was getting married tomorrow, Bliss decided not to push. Every bride had jitters before her wedding. They came with the territory.
“There’s really nothing else to tell. Except I think I made a really stupid mistake by not leaving my number.”
“It’s not like you don’t know how to get his.”
Bliss rolled her eyes. “Then I look pathetic, and if he really doesn’t want to hear from me, then I’m being clingy.”
Faith’s nose scrunched. “Yeah, I get it. But still, if you want to see the guy again, and I think you do, then get his number. You never know, he could be the one.”
And there was that tone in Faith’s voice again, and she couldn’t ignore it this time.
“Hey.” She reached over and grabbed Faith’s hand. “Is something going on? I mean, other than the fact that you’re getting married tomorrow?”
Faith didn’t answer right away, wouldn’t meet Bliss’s gaze for several seconds. When she finally did, Bliss knew her friend was having more than jitters.
“I’m afraid Jimmy doesn’t want to
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