Page 22 of Forever Yours
“I guess there’s that.” Prudence looked overwhelmed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll help you plan the whole thing, so nothing gets out of control,” Devlin promised. “A nice wedding doesn’t mean an elaborate affair, and we’ll make sure you get what you want.”
“Thanks, guys. The pressure of his decision is starting to affect me. I didn’t expect there would still be so much publicity.”
“Try not to let it bug you, Pru. Besides, Wyatt Reed has a new movie coming out and it’s supposed to be the big summer blockbuster. They’ll turn their attention back to him in no time.” Annabelle waved away Prudence’s worry.
“I know Grey doesn’t want the spotlight anymore but that’s going to piss him off.”
“They don’t get along?” Devlin asked. “I always thought that was for show.”
“I guess I wouldn’t say they don’t get along,” Prudence explained, “but they both started around the same time and the press just loves Wyatt and seems to be more critical of Greyson.”
“Wyatt is so handsome.” Annabelle’s face took on a dreamlike stare.
“Grey is handsome,” Prudence corrected her. “Wyatt is acceptable.”
“Whatever you say, dear. So, what are we doing about this cabin vacation?” Annabelle changed the subject.
Devlin pondered the idea of the cabin once again. She’d heard worse ideas and the more she thought about it, the better it sounded. “I guess it could work. Emma can handle the shop for a few days and her sister who helped at Christmas will be visiting then, and I know she’d help if she’s needed.”
Prudence almost jumped for joy. “Yes! We can get so much done in those two days.”
“I’ll be more than happy to take a full weekend off work. The cell reception is spotty, if I remember from the last time I was there?” Annabelle asked.
“Yep,” Prudence confirmed.
“Then his royal headache can’t get ahold of me for two days. This is sounding better by the minute,” Annabelle agreed.
“We won’t spend the whole-time writing.” Prudence nudged Annabelle. “You should have some time to work on your next novel.”
“Yes, how’s that going?” Devlin asked. “Have you submitted the last one to any publishers?”
“No, I haven’t,” Annabelle admitted. “I’m just enjoying writing now; I’ll deal with everything else when I’m ready. For now, I’m happy with a mini vacation.”
“I could use a girl’s weekend,” Devlin added, “but it’s not a girl’s weekend if we’re getting in between you and Grey’s alone time.”
“That’s okay, Ga—” Prudence’s eyes widened, a panicked look crossing her face. “Don’t hate me, Dev, I forgot!”
Devlin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
Prudence looked chagrined. “It didn’t occur to me to tell you that Gabe will be there, too.”
“It didn’toccurto you?” Devlin asked, suspicion filling her voice. “We just got done talking about how you set me up this morning and you’re telling me you justforgot?”
Annabelle’s eyes darted between the two. “Hey, ladies, we have plenty of room at the cabin. C’mon, Dev, you know she wouldn’t do that”—she raised her eyebrows— “again.”
Devlin sighed and, seeing no hint of deception on Prudence’s face, relented. “All right, I believe you.”
“It’ll be perfect, I promise, no distractions.” Prudence echoed her words from earlier.
Devlin could think of one major distraction. Gabe.
Chapter Eight
Gabe never hated Mondays. He hadn’t worked a traditional Monday through Friday job, so it was just as likely that he’d have that day off as he was to work it. It so happened that he’d had this weekend off, and after his Friday shopping date with Devlin he’d spent the last few days working in his basement or on various projects all the while trying not to be consumed with visions of Devlin.
He felt like his phone was burning a hole in his pocket since she’d grabbed it and put her number in. He’d pulled it out at least a hundred times and had placed it back in his pocket just as many, alternating between typing out witty texts like ‘hey’ and making up reasons why he’d need to call her. He even flirted with the idea of pretending to butt dial her just to hear her voice.