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I look back up from the flowers at him and find myself rushing toward him. I throw my arms around his neck as he lifts me off the ground.
“So,” he says. “You love them?” he says.
“I love them,” I say.And you,I think.
Holy fuck.
What?
I couldn’t possibly be in love with Mitch Greggs.
And yet ...
I think I might be in love with Mitch Greggs.
CHAPTER 30
MITCH
FIVE DAYS LATER
Ithink I might be in love with Stacey Anderson.
It hit me right around the time I wandered into the living room to find a fort complete with Christmas lights hanging from the top andThe Mighty Duckson my TV screen ready to be played. Then the flowers arrived, and Stacey didn’t immediately impale me with a kitchen utensil for being her secret admirer for over a year, and I guess that kinda sealed the deal.
The problem is, I have no idea what to do about it. I’m also in no position to be making big life decisions right now, and the last thing I’d want is to ask Stacey to be with me and then have to go back on it when my brain takes over.
It’s been a week since my little meltdown and I’m finally starting to feel more stable. I’m definitely still a bit on edge, but I feel more in control than I did last weekend. Which is good, because today is Caleb and Cassie’s wedding and I want to be my absolute best for them. I drove up to themountains yesterday for the rehearsal dinner but I didn’t go out with the rest of the team. I got plenty of sleep and I feel totally ready to take on my groomsman and co-wedding planner duties.
Stacey and I had already booked separate rooms, and Cassie stayed with Stacey so Caleb wouldn’t see her this morning, so I haven’t seen Stacey since the rehearsal dinner. I reach for my phone on the nightstand of my hotel room and unplug it to text her.
Mitch: Good morning, love. I’m going to head downstairs for breakfast soon if you want to meet to make sure everything is ready for today?
Stacey: Sure! I’ll be down in twenty.
Mitch: Perfect. See you soon.
I roll out of bed and walk across the room to get into the shower. Once I’ve finished actually cleaning myself, I let the water fall around me for a few minutes. I’ve been taking extra-long, extra-hot showers all week. Something about them helps me feel more grounded and centered.
I dry off and search my overnight bag for my medication. I find the two orange bottles and take a pill from each, popping them into my mouth and gulping down water to take them. I’m sure Stacey will be dressed perfectly as always, so I don’t just throw on sweats. Instead, I put on a nice pair of jeans and a button-up shirt, rolling the sleeves up to my elbows.
Stacey: Heading down!
Mitch: Be right there!
Our check-in goes well, and everything appears to be ready for the day, so we go our separate ways to get over to the venue and get ready with our respective halves of the bridal party. I’m playing cards with Thomas and Caleb in the cottage we’re supposed to be getting ready in when my phone buzzes.
Stacey: Do you know if the florist is here yet?
Stacey: Wait, the linen delivery needs to be here first!
Stacey: Crap, I have to go get my hair done.
Mitch: Stacey. Love. Take a breath. It’s going to be fine.
Mitch: But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll go check on the reception set up.
Stacey: Are you sure? Don’t you need to get ready?