Oh, he knew her laugh, because it made him feel like a damn superhero when he made her laugh.
And now he felt like an ass because the last time she’d laughed was too long ago and he truly was part of the reason for her tears.
With a curse he got up from the dock and made his way back toward the house.
Chapter Forty-four
Char drank her second glass of wine and took a seat at the large table set up outside. The dinner was a catered event with full-on entertainment. It should have been hosted by Kacey’s parents but because they were gone, the entire Titus clan was footing the bill for everything.
A few food tents were scattered to the side. The main table for the wedding party was long and covered with different types of tropical flowers and candles. All of it was heartbreakingly romantic.
Grandma took a seat next to Char and eyed her glass of wine. “How many of those have you had?”
“Enough.” Char sighed.
“Hmmph.” Grandma reached into her large purse and pulled out a manila envelope. “The pastor gave me permission to have you and Jake sign separately since you’re in such a huff.”
Char eyed the marriage license. “Isn’t this supposed to be filled out tomorrow?”
“Agh.” Grandma waved her off. “It’s just one more detail we won’t have to worry about. Sign here.” The paper was only pulled slightly out of the envelope so most of it was covered, which was just better when Char thought about it. She didn’t want to even see the spot where Jake was supposed to sign. They’d both lost their tempers. She couldn’t even remember why she was so mad at him. If she really thought about it, it wasn’t anger, really; it was total and complete humiliation and rejection.
He’d made her fall for him.
And she had—hard.
After the wedding they’d go their separate ways and she’d be on her couch jobless and lamenting the fact that the one guy she’d ever loved didn’t love her back, or didn’t want her enough to try to love her.
Char signed her name quickly and handed the pen back to Grandma.
“Now, now.” Grandma patted Char’s back. “Everything’s going to work out just fine. You trust your Grandma.”
“Only one problem,” Char leaned into Grandma and whispered. “You aren’t my Grandma.”
The smile on Grandma’s face widened just slightly before it went back to normal size. “Why, of course I am. Remember when I told you I would ruin Jake?”
Char didn’t really want to talk about Jake; she nodded but tried to
pretend she wasn’t interested.
“He was already ruined.” Grandma patted Char’s hand. “The minute he set eyes on you in that wedding gown. I bought it, you know.”
“What?” Char shrieked, gaining attention from the guests around the table waiting for the first course. She coughed and hid behind her dark hair. “Tell me you’re joking, Grandma!”
“Oops.” Grandma shrugged. “I thought you liked that dress. And it was so pretty on you. Truly divine.” She poured herself a glass of wine and closed her eyes as she took a deep sip, then placed the glass back on the table. “Besides, you may need it one of these days.”
“Right.” Char fought back tears. “I guess anything’s possible.”
“Oh, but it is.” Grandma said. “Did you know I always wanted to be a fairy godmother?”
“Huh?”
“Most girls want to be the princess in the story. I want to be the fairy godmother.”
Was she drunk? Already?
“Okay.” Char squinted. “Well, all you need is a wand and some magic, and anything’s possible.”
“Got my wand, and all grandmas have magic.” She shrugged. “So, tell me about Jace.”