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    The Wedding… – (Chapter: Something New…)

    Everything was back to normal. Well, my present version of it anyway. And as Spencer parked her father’s car in the driveway I was nearly drunk on caffeine and forgiveness. So it shouldn’t come as any surprise that the words that came from her mouth next almost sent me over the edge.

    “Kiss me.”

    “What?”

    “You should kiss me…when we get inside.”

    “It’s late, Spence. I doubt anyone will be awake to see it anyway.”

    “Look,” she said, pointing towards the house.

    A small light shone through the curtains of the family room.

    “My mother always waits for me. She’s been doing it for as long as I remember. We should give her something worth waiting up for.”

    “Are you sure? This could get a little…awkward, right?”

    “Yeah, as opposed to the rest of this day,” she said, smiling, “come on.”

    We exited the car and made our way up the path. I could’ve sworn I heard Spencer knock on the door until I realized it was probably my heart beating through my chest. After all, she had a key.

    And just as predicted, her mother sat in wait behind the excuse of a thick novel. She looked at me first.

    “So Spencer took you out on the town, huh?”

    “You could say that.”

    “I don’t want any details, thanks,” Paula answered, rising from her throne.

    I looked at Spencer, who was a lot closer now than she was a few seconds ago.

    “Your Aunt Tracy gets in tomorrow, Spencer. We may need your room.”

    “Where am I supposed to sleep?”

    “You can sleep on the couch.”

    “And Ashley? Remember her?”

    “She can sleep on the air mattress.”

    “You’re so ridiculous,” Spencer said, shaking her head, “no, we’re not doing that.”

    “It’s your brother’s wedding! Could you try to be a little less selfish?”

    I didn’t know what to do with myself. My hands, my feet…all pointless appendages searching for purpose as I stood listening to these Carlin women go at it. Well until…

    “Spence? It’s fine. We can get a hotel. We need the privacy anyway, right?” I asked, my mouth suddenly very, very dry.

    “What would we need privacy for?”

    She was doing it again…baiting me, waiting to see how I would save myself. But this time I wasn’t having it. This time I wasn’t holding back.

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