�Don�t you know what I�m thinking?
Driving 4:05 past midnight
You know I miss you
Ninth and ash on a Tuesday night
I would write you from museum mile
I toast to you
Your whisper, your smile
Up the stairs at the weatherford
A ghost each place I hide.�
�So who are all these people that are coming into town?�
I really don�t want to deal with more people just yet.
�Her bridesmaids. And some of Kara�s friends, but I don�t think they�re coming in until Wednesday night or Thursday.�
Friends? Of Kara�s?
That might be a good thing.
�Um� do you know the friends� names?�
Here I go with the obvious nonchalance, staring out the window of Mike�s SUV as we drive back to my house. I felt his eyes land on my before he turned them back to the road.
�You know some of her friends?�
I shrugged, trying not to ask if Xander or Ryan would be there. They liked me. They�d help me.
�I met a few of them.�
He was quiet for a second, thinking or possibly trying to remember names.
�Uh, besides Ryan��
Score!
��I don�t remember. She has a lot of friends and they all start blending into each other after awhile. Three or four of them are coming because Ryan needs a band. Or at least that�s the excuse they all made.�
I considered this new, hopefully good information.
�So they�re going to be staying at my house� or a hotel. I forgot exactly. No one should have to crash at your place. You�re being nice enough letting us use your house for the wedding.�
I shrugged.
They wanted a beach. I have a beach, so why not? Plus maybe this way, the house won�t feel so damn empty. At least for a little while.
�You�re my best friend man. It�s not a problem.�
And you brought Kara back into my life, so we are definitely even.
Reaching over, I turned the radio up to signal the end of the conversation before leaning back and closing my eyes.
Must plot out a way to get Kara alone.
*
I hate girls.
Granted, I am one, but I still hate them. They talk too much, they giggle too much, and they get way too wrapped up in all this wedding crap.
And did I mention that they talk too damn much?
�I can not believe you�re marrying a rich guy and moving to Florida! How romantic is that?!�
Gag me.
�You have got to show me your dress! And ours! What color are they? Are they lac��
Please put a gun to my temple and shoot my head off.
Someone?
Anyone?
There were two girls in the back of Mike�s convertible - which Angie didn�t have a clue how to drive - who managed to blend into the same person in my head. Two more were in a car behind us, probably squealing nonsense as they talked too much about the damn wedding.
�And Mike is paying to put us up in a fancy hotel all week?!�
Gripping the side of the car, I willed myself not to scream, but instead, relaxed in the setting sun and wind that washed over me with the convertible top down.
Angie shot me a look of pitying concern.
I have to spend the entire fucking week with these brain dead idiots.
�So where are we going first?�
�We�re meeting Michael and Nick at Nick�s house. That�s where the wedding is going to be.�
�And Nick is the best man?�
�Is he cute?�
I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses and tried to block out the name and the man that haunted every one of my thoughts.
He hates me.
I fucked up big this time around.