112. Chapter Forty-Three
Reid
Chapter one hundred twelve
Carrie
I’m in love with my dress, so very in love. The greatest part is that I’m even more in love with it once I put it on. The store has to make a few alterations but it’s perfection. I’m wearing it, standing in front of a three-way mirror, when I look at the thirty-thousand-dollar price tag. I have a moment of panic and Mia must notice because she’s instantly by my side. “How much money did you make on the event center deal with Grayson?”
“A lot of money.”
Her blue eyes light. “An insane amount of money?”
“Yes.”
“How many times larger than that price tag?”
“A lot.”
“And how many times are you getting married?”
“Once,” I say, and start to tear up.
“I’d tell you no tears, but I bawled when I tried my dress on last month. Grayson and I were—” She looks away and then back at me. “We broke up for all the wrong reasons and I didn’t think I’d ever really wear my dress.”
“All right. You’ve convinced me. I’ll pay the insane amount of money this dress costs and—” I motion to my cleavage. “I’m not taming it. Not when I know how Reid will react.”
She smiles huge. “Atta girl.”
“That dress,” Cat says, joining us, “will make you end up like this.” She points at her belly.
“I can’t wait to be just like that,” Mia says. “Grayson and I really want a family and our year apart put us behind. Grayson’s thirty-eight. We have to get busy.”
I inhale and let it out. “Reid’s thirty-eight.” My eyes meet Cat’s and understanding fills her eyes.
“You have time,” she says. “If you wait two years, you’ll still be in your early thirties and he’ll be forty. That’s perfect really.”
“We don’t want kids,” I say, turning away from her, but I don’t believe those words anymore. I want kids, his kids. I think he might, too. I have to talk to Reid about this before we get married. No. That’s silly. I am happy with Reid. I’m not going to make him feel it’s me and kids or no me at all. One day when the time is right we’ll have a baby or we won’t.
“I love him,” I whisper and when Cat steps to my side and our eyes meet in the mirror I add, “With all my heart.”
“As he loves you. I see it in his eyes, the love I never thought I’d see in him.”
“Grayson just sent me a text,” Mia announces. “The property manager is on site now if you want to go see the wedding venue.”
“Yes. Please. I’m dying to see it.”
“And then we can go to lunch and plan the wedding details,” Cat says. “We have so much to set up.”
“I can help,” Mia says. “I know I’m new to you two, but I’d love to be a part of the planning. It is fast and because of Grayson, I can pull a lot of strings.”
“You’re amazing, Mia,” I say.
“Yes,” Cat agrees. “You are.”
I don’t hurry to get to work or to get on with the day.
I take a long jog in the cold with Nikki. I haven’t had a dog as a jogging partner in decades, and I enjoy it. Even more so when a group of reporters corners us and Nikki hams it up and steals the show. She’s a sweetheart of a dog, and as smooth as silk, just like her new mama. Once we’re home, I treat Nikki to some bacon for making me look good while Kesha stares at me like I’m a crazy person, which has me laughing. Carrie’s right. I didn’t laugh much, but I have a feeling that’s now remedied for life.
I shower and dress in a gray pinstriped suit, with a light blue tie to match the stripe, planning to head to the office. I’m about to walk out of the door when Grayson calls. “The building management needs you to drop by and sign paperwork for the wedding, sooner than later.”
“I’m on my way to the office now. I can swing by beforehand.”
“Perfect. I take it Carrie’s pleased?”
“About this and the dress, man. I owe you big on this.”
“You already made me a small fortune,” Grayson says. “You two are good together. Mia and I are happy to help. Also, please consider this as an invite to our wedding in March.”
“Consider this your invite to ours as well. I’m not sure how we’re handling invitations, this is moving so fast, but she wanted Rockefeller Center at Christmas and I’m not waiting a year to make her my wife.”
“Afraid she’ll figure out you’re an asshole?” he jokes.
“No. I’m damn glad she loves me anyway.”
We disconnect and I dial Gabe. “In case I haven’t told you. We’re getting married on the twenty-seventh.”
“As in this month?”
“That’s right. You need a tux. You’re my best man. I’m going to sign the paperwork on the location.”
“Damn, man, you afraid she’s going to back out if you don’t rush this?”
“Hell yeah, I am,” I joke. “And I’m not letting that happen. I’ll be to the office as soon as I finish up.”
“You inviting dad?”
“Not a chance in hell,” I say, having made the decision during my run. “I’ve got too much good going on to fuck it up with him in the room.”
“And her father?”
“She needs him here. He’s all she has except us.”
“Right. Because her mother ran off after fucking our father.” It’s a story I told him not long after I found out. “It’s probably not a good idea to have our father and hers at the wedding for that reason alone,” he adds. “It’s going to remind Carrie of what took place.”
“Unlike her father, Carrie blames her mother for her mother’s actions. My reasons for not wanting dad there are about him alone. Now, mom. Mom, I wish like hell could be here.”
“Me too, man. Me too. Where’s the wedding venue? I’ll meet you for lunch. We need to catch up on a few things and the office is suffocating me.”
I give him the address and a few minutes later, I’m on the subway, the fastest method of travel to my destination. The ride is short, and even shorter, considering I spend it thinking about Carrie. I don’t think about that press story. I think of her. I’m not beyond understanding the impact of this woman on my life. Hell, I know all too well, which is why I’m marrying and keeping her forever. Nothing is going to get in the way of making this woman my wife.
I reach the street level and find a photo from Carrie waiting on me of the Rockefeller Center tree, which must mean she’s finished shopping for a dress and beaten me here. Eager to find out how she feels about her dress and the location, I cross the street and I’m about to turn into the rink area when suddenly Tabitha is standing in front of me.
“You bastard. Do you know what you did to me?” She grabs my jacket. “Do you know?” She swings at me and I catch her hand and turn her against the building wall, looking for a security guard. What I find is Carrie standing a few feet away, staring at me, holding Tabitha against a fucking wall.