“I’d say you’re utterly disgusting, but you’d probably think it was a compliment.”
“Probably.”
“I can’t believe you’re about to get married.”
“Pretty amazing, huh?”
“I’m a little shocked you’re not a little more fr
eaked out.”
“If you’d gone through what I have, you’d understand. Remember, we almost lost Bryce a few months ago.”
“That big klutz fell over his own feet and hit his head.” She giggles. “Let’s hope he’s more coordinated today.”
I try to act aggravated but end up laughing along with her. Pretty soon, Sheila, Jamie, and Mom join in.
Once Bryce was back on his feet and recovered, Quinn started teasing him. It was her own way of bringing humor to the situation, so every time we discussed it, we weren’t reminded of the sadness. He was irritated at first but then started ignoring her.
“Has anyone seen Bryce?” I ask the group.
“His ass has probably been at the altar since sunrise, waiting for you. Freaking sissy,” Quinn mumbles.
“Okay, honey, I think everything’s ready. I’ll be back with the photographer soon. Then we’ll get you dressed,” Mom tells me, heading to the door.
“Wait.” I get up and go to her, pulling her into a hug. “Thank you. This weekend has been perfect. You’ve done a lot of work, and I know I was distracted, but every single detail is exactly what I’ve always dreamed about.”
Her eyes well up with tears, and she lays her hand on my cheek. “Your dad and I are so proud of you both. You couldn’t have picked a better man to love you so deeply. He’s always been a part of the family, but today, you make it official.”
I fight back my own emotions and nod. There’s a knock at the door, and Crystal pokes her head in. “Can I join you guys?”
“Absolutely.” I step back, and Mom leaves.
“I have something for you.” Crystal holds out a small box, and I take it with a goofy grin. This is no doubt from Bryce. Before I get it out of her hand, a flash catches my eye, and I gasp.
Her face splits into a blinding smile and starts to beam. She lifts her left hand and wiggles her ring finger.
“Holy shit! Really?” Quinn bumps me, and we both gush over the gorgeous emerald cut diamond. “When?”
“Last night after the rehearsal dinner.”
“Morgan did a good job. I’m impressed with the grease monkey.” Quinn winks, and Crystal blushes.
The term grease monkey is no longer an insult to Morgan Drake. It’s now a term of endearment that he owns with pride. True to his word that day in the coffee shop, he’s built a business and will give Crystal the world. Since they’ve gotten back together, she’s worn a smile on her face and the unmistakable look of love every day. The ring isn’t a surprise at all.
“I’m happy for you.” I throw my arm around her.
“I hate that you had to go through the years of heartbreak, but let’s be honest, this rock outdoes anything he could have given you at eighteen.” Quinn joins in our hug, squishing us all together.
“Quinn!” Michelle comes in, shaking her head. “Sometimes, I don’t know where she gets her manners.”
“What manners?” I question with a straight face then lose it, howling.
“Jeez, I feel like an old maid. I’m only twenty-four, but still,” Jamie adds.
I share a look with Quinn, and we know it won’t be long. Nate’s crazy about her. Bryce has told me more than once that it’s inevitable. There’s really no longer a Nate without Jamie. She’s included in all our family events, including my graduation last month, and my mom adores her.
“Jamie, we’re an anomaly. I’ve known Bryce since I was twelve. Crystal dated Morgan for years before college. And Quinn is just lucky,” I try to reassure her.