Fair.
"Earth to Liz," Kieran said, waving his hand in front of her face.
"No. I don't think you'd lie to me like that."
Leaning back in the chair, he studied her after the blunt response. "Good. Now, what do I need to do for this wedding?"
The bricks fell into place in her head, like a tiny little Tetris game had just been unlocked. Of course. They only had a week and a half until Casey's wedding. Holding a finger up, she walked out of the room and into the kitchen, picking up the folder Casey had given her a few days ago. Sliding out the top piece of paper when she walked back into the room, she handed it to him before she sat back down.
"This is," he said as he scrolled down the page, "like, really detailed."
Liz laughed. "Yes. Rachel is an event planner, and Casey is the most OCD person on the planet. So their forces combined have made for one airtight wedding schedule."
"So, it looks like I should pick you up at around five thirty for rehearsal dinner?"
Shaking her head, Liz leaned over and pointed to something higher up on the piece of paper. "Unless you plan on sitting through rehearsal, you might as well just meet me at the restaurant."
But Kieran wasn't looking at the paper. When she lifted her eyes up, he was staring at her again.
"What?" she asked, almost snapped actually. Because really, who needed to stare as much as he did.
"What are you wearing for the wedding?" And damn his eyes, because they were honed in right at her mouth. "Like, your bridesmaid dress."
"It's," Liz scoffed, "why do you want to know?"
He zipped his eyes up to hers, then shrugged, breaking the intensity and making it so Liz could actually breathe again. "Curious."
"Well, it's nothing special." Which was a lie. So maybe she was getting better at the whole deception thing. Because truthfully, she felt incredible in the dresses that Casey had picked. And there was no small part of her that wanted to see Kieran's jaw hit the ground when he saw her in it.
He must've accepted her answer, because they talked about what he would be expected to wear for both events, and then he stood to leave. Which meant she had no good reason to see him before the rehearsal dinner, nine days away.
Right. Which was normal. Because they weren't really dating.
Kieran stopped at the door, and she looked up at him.
"You nervous to do this?"
"This?" she repeated.
"Yeah. In front of your friends. Rachel was an accident tonight, but are you ready to put on that little show in front of dozens of people who know you?"
Liz swallowed hard, working at regulating her breathing. He smiled, just a small one, then lifted a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. His finger lingered for just a second where her jaw curved.
"It'll be fine," she said, sounding about as unconvincing as she felt.
Then he leaned in and touched his forehead to hers. "We're in this together, angel. We will be fine."
And maybe the absolute perfection of his response just made it all the harder to think he didn't mean every word he said.
Chapter Ten
N ine days passed like one , and somehow Liz managed to stand where she was supposed to stand at rehearsal. She had a bright green x made out of masking tape, on the step just behind Rachel's at the front of the church. Rachel wasn't on her assigned step, of course, she was in full Nazi wedding planner mode, yelling at Casey's brothers to not even think about pulling any pranks during the ceremony.
Tate had nodded dutifully, of course, given that he'd bear the brunt of it at home if Mrs. Rachel Steadman went home unhappy. Dylan, who was Liz’s partner walking down the aisle, merely grinned and winked at Rachel. It had made Liz laugh, and broke the cloud of unfettered nerves that had coursed through her body all day.
In fact, the amount of nerves felt like they'd taken over every part of her body. She didn't even have skin anymore, just this twitching, jittery pulse covering her body that never went away.
She should have had Kieran
"Earth to Liz," Kieran said, waving his hand in front of her face.
"No. I don't think you'd lie to me like that."
Leaning back in the chair, he studied her after the blunt response. "Good. Now, what do I need to do for this wedding?"
The bricks fell into place in her head, like a tiny little Tetris game had just been unlocked. Of course. They only had a week and a half until Casey's wedding. Holding a finger up, she walked out of the room and into the kitchen, picking up the folder Casey had given her a few days ago. Sliding out the top piece of paper when she walked back into the room, she handed it to him before she sat back down.
"This is," he said as he scrolled down the page, "like, really detailed."
Liz laughed. "Yes. Rachel is an event planner, and Casey is the most OCD person on the planet. So their forces combined have made for one airtight wedding schedule."
"So, it looks like I should pick you up at around five thirty for rehearsal dinner?"
Shaking her head, Liz leaned over and pointed to something higher up on the piece of paper. "Unless you plan on sitting through rehearsal, you might as well just meet me at the restaurant."
But Kieran wasn't looking at the paper. When she lifted her eyes up, he was staring at her again.
"What?" she asked, almost snapped actually. Because really, who needed to stare as much as he did.
"What are you wearing for the wedding?" And damn his eyes, because they were honed in right at her mouth. "Like, your bridesmaid dress."
"It's," Liz scoffed, "why do you want to know?"
He zipped his eyes up to hers, then shrugged, breaking the intensity and making it so Liz could actually breathe again. "Curious."
"Well, it's nothing special." Which was a lie. So maybe she was getting better at the whole deception thing. Because truthfully, she felt incredible in the dresses that Casey had picked. And there was no small part of her that wanted to see Kieran's jaw hit the ground when he saw her in it.
He must've accepted her answer, because they talked about what he would be expected to wear for both events, and then he stood to leave. Which meant she had no good reason to see him before the rehearsal dinner, nine days away.
Right. Which was normal. Because they weren't really dating.
Kieran stopped at the door, and she looked up at him.
"You nervous to do this?"
"This?" she repeated.
"Yeah. In front of your friends. Rachel was an accident tonight, but are you ready to put on that little show in front of dozens of people who know you?"
Liz swallowed hard, working at regulating her breathing. He smiled, just a small one, then lifted a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. His finger lingered for just a second where her jaw curved.
"It'll be fine," she said, sounding about as unconvincing as she felt.
Then he leaned in and touched his forehead to hers. "We're in this together, angel. We will be fine."
And maybe the absolute perfection of his response just made it all the harder to think he didn't mean every word he said.
Chapter Ten
N ine days passed like one , and somehow Liz managed to stand where she was supposed to stand at rehearsal. She had a bright green x made out of masking tape, on the step just behind Rachel's at the front of the church. Rachel wasn't on her assigned step, of course, she was in full Nazi wedding planner mode, yelling at Casey's brothers to not even think about pulling any pranks during the ceremony.
Tate had nodded dutifully, of course, given that he'd bear the brunt of it at home if Mrs. Rachel Steadman went home unhappy. Dylan, who was Liz’s partner walking down the aisle, merely grinned and winked at Rachel. It had made Liz laugh, and broke the cloud of unfettered nerves that had coursed through her body all day.
In fact, the amount of nerves felt like they'd taken over every part of her body. She didn't even have skin anymore, just this twitching, jittery pulse covering her body that never went away.
She should have had Kieran
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