“Thursday,” I answer with a grin before I turn my attention to the kitchen. “You need a hand, Kaylee?”
“Nope.”
“I tried too, but you know how she is.” Fi shakes her head. “I think Kaylee’s secretly a witch or a wizard or something. That’s why we can’t ever watch her actually cook anything.”
That makes me laugh. Instead of sitting though, I cross the room to the glass doors that lead out to the back porch overlooking the ocean.
Since Kaylee loves the ocean view, the shades are open all the way. This place is wonderful.
“Great, now that you’re here, Angie, you get to be the tie-breaker for the romantic comedy movie.”
“Alright, what are my choices?”
“Sweet Home Alabama or When Harry Met Sally?”
“Oh, I’m going to have to go with Sweet Home Alabama,” I answer.
I hear Kaylee chime in from the kitchen. “Ha! Told ya.”
I cross back to Fi and sit down on the couch. There are so many magazines. “Holy cow, Kaylee. Where did you even find all these wedding dress magazines? I’ve never seen more than one or two at the grocery store.”
“Oh, I ordered them all,” Kaylee says as she enters the room with an additional tray of piping hot snacks and sets them down on a nearby end table before taking her spot on the couch on the other side of me, squishing me into the middle.
Kaylee grabs the remote. “Fine, Sweet Home Alabama it is.”
“Yay,” Fi says. “Okay, I was able to sort these magazines into stacks of about twenty for each of us. Happy hunting.” She hands Kaylee and I pink sharpies.
“So,” Kaylee says after hitting play and accepting her giant stack of magazines, “what’s it really like, sleeping with a giant, six-foot four tight end?”
She smirks at the last part and we all laugh.
“What?” Kaylee asks, “I’m engaged, I’m not dead.”
The girl talk has started early tonight. “Well, he does have an incredible ass,” I say, uncapping my sharpie as they both stare at me asking their nonverbal question and I make them wait, but only for a second, “fine, if you must know, he’s freaking huge.”
Fi and Kaylee giggle and each of them turn to face me. And now each of them has their hands spread out apart to indicate penis length, eyes wide.
“Oh come on,” Kaylee says, “which one of us is closer? It’s me, right?”
“No, Kaylee. I said he’s big, but nobody’s three feet long. He’s not fucking bigfoot,” I laugh, “and furthermore I’m not sure I’ve had enough alcohol yet for this conversation.”
Kaylee jumps up. “Thanks for reminding me, I have that bottle of wine in the back.”
“By the look on Angie’s face, we’re going to need at least two bottles of wine,” Fi counters with a smile.
“I’m really happy for you,” Fi says softly. “I was so worried about you when he came back. And then mad at him. And then surprised you slept with him. But everything’s going okay, right? He’s treating you better than before? I feel like I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster. I can’t believe how crazy it must be for you.”
“Oh yeah. He’s a different guy than he was.” I answer. Then I hear the words that came out of my mouth and even I doubt it. He’s better, yes. Different? I’m not entirely sure.
Kaylee comes back and sets the bottle of wine and three chilled glasses on the already crowded coffee table.
“I can tell,” Fi continues, “it’s the way he lights up when he sees you, Angie. I’m happy for you.”
“Me too,” Kaylee adds, making me blush. I’m sure between actual talk of a relationship combined with the bigfoot penis comparison chart my face is probably crimson by now.
On the television screen is the New York Tiffany’s Engagement scene in Sweet Home Alabama. Thankfully, that scene grabs our attention every time.
When it’s done, I turn to my friends. “Hey, this night isn’t supposed to be about me. It’s supposed to be about Kaylee and her wedding.”
Cooper barks. Kaylee fills up the three wine glasses with a sparkling red.
“Okay, tonight is about Kaylee and Cooper,” I correct, patting her and scratching her ear. “Speaking of, when is Chase getting back from his trip?”
“Oh, he’s not sure yet,” Kaylee says, taking her seat again on the couch. “He’ll let me know. As usual. Should be soon, though.”
“Okay, wedding dress time.” I flip through the pages of gorgeous designer dresses. “Oh,” I say right away, “wow, this Vivienne Westwood is stunning.”
“I’m in love with this Marchesa Notte,” Fi gasps before holding up the picture for all of us to ooh and ahh.
“Wait,” I say as my sharpie is poised over a stunning dress, “I forgot. How many of these are we going to have to narrow it down to?”
“Just circle any that you like,” Kaylee laughs, “we’ll figure out our favorites later.”
“Okay,” I give in, “but I’m telling you, ninety percent of these dresses are going to be circled, Kaylee. Because one, they’re amazing, and two, you’ll look stunning in any of these.”
Kaylee takes a sip. “Alright, simmer down. Let’s get down to business. More drinking and circling, less talking.”
Chapter 35
Angie
I find myself sitting in the bleachers of Riley Field again. It’s a beautiful morning, sunny with a breeze and little puffy clouds. The smell of sun block fills the air.
And unlike last time I was here, the place is brimming with excitement. There are scouts from NFL teams here with their laptops and cellphone cameras on tripods. They’re all set up and ready to go.
I’m up at the top of the bleachers as usual. That way, he always knew where I was. And furthermore, I never had to worry about somebody standing up and obstructing my view at the wrong time.
I watch him and the others warm up and I have butterflies in my stomach. I’m so nervous for him. Jake could barely
