Her eyes were cold as they bored into him that night. “Are you kidding me?”
He didn’t respond.
“You want it to be... over?” Her bottom lip had trembled.
“I can’t handle it. Can you?” Lance had to be honest.
“Get out.” Her voice chilled his bones. Her stare burned like a burning coal in his soul.
He stepped forward. “It was a mistake. Can’t you see that?”
Tears spilled from her eyes. “I should have known. Why did you even ask me?”
He couldn’t lie to her. “I love you.”
She turned to her side. “I guess it doesn’t matter now.”
Lance’s heart raced as he pumped his fists. He couldn’t think about it anymore. It wasn’t fair to Andrea—or to him.
“Lance?” Grant called out again. “Slow down.”
“Why?”
“So you won’t fly off that thing,” his friend said.
Slowing the speed, Lance switched from running to a slower pace. He grabbed his nearby towel, dabbed his forehead dry, and wiped behind his neck.
“What’s up with you?” Grant asked.
“Too much going on.”
“The wedding?”
“That. Your sister’s back in town. My mother’s taking over the wedding, and Andrea who wants to take another modeling gig in Paris.”
Grant bobbed his head. “Wow, that is a lot.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Anything I can do? We can move up your bachelor party.”
Lance chuckled. “No, I can wait on that. Besides, I have work to catch up on when I get home.” He waved his hand to dismiss his comment. “I don’t want to talk about me anymore. What about you?”
“Elise wants kids.”
Lance winced, but hoped his discomfort didn’t show. He would listen to his best friend. “You don’t?”
“I do, but it makes me nervous.”
“Why?”
“Wouldn’t you be? Having a—” Grant shut his eyes as if realizing his mistake. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t be. I’m cool.” He wouldn’t admit the truth right now. “I say learn as you go.” He gulped from his water bottle. “Nobody’s perfect and you’ll do great.”
“Thanks.” Grant wiped his own sweaty forehead. “You sure I can’t help with anything?”
“Like what? Picking out the food for the reception?”