Two Weddings and a Fugitive (The Chanel Series Book 4) by Donna Joy Usher Page B

liked the sound of the word we far too much.
    The other carts trundled up the road towards the Spa. Salindra sat in the front of the one that was driven by Matt. ‘Did you tell them?’
    ‘Didn’t want to worry them.’ Any more than they already were, was the unspoken part of that sentence.
    ‘Just ‘cause you didn’t finish, doesn’t mean I didn’t beat you,’ Matt yelled out.
    Nick came out of the Spa and walked towards me. I could see the others exiting behind him.
    ‘How’d you go?’ I asked him.
    ‘Nah.’ He scuffed the tip of one foot along the ground. ‘Turns out they didn’t have any clubs short enough for me.’
    Well, just rip my heart out and jump up-and-down on it.
    ‘Golf sucks anyway,’ I said. ‘You want the front?’
    He flashed me a smile and jumped in.
    ‘Matt,’ Billy said, ‘you got room for me?’
    ‘What’s up? You didn’t get enough of me this morning?’
    Billy smiled and climbed into the back of the cart. Salindra climbed out of the front to make room for Tara and said, ‘I might have a look around.’
    ‘Well.’ I climbed into the front of our buggy. ‘Looks like I’m driving.’
    ‘Can we swing by the waterfront on the way to lunch,’ Tara said. ‘Chanel’s shoes are still at the shop and she needs to wear them in.’
    ‘Alistair, Ricardo,’ Matt called out to the other carts, ‘we’ll meet you down at the restaurant.’
    ‘Mind if I get a lift,’ Mum climbed into the back beside Martine.
    ‘Want me to drop you back at your apartment?’
    ‘No. Harry’s going to meet us out.’
    I started up the buggy and pulled out behind Matt, pressing my foot flat to the floor.
    ‘I feel the need,’ Nick said, ‘the need for speed. Come on Princess, whip this bad boy.’ He started to thump his hand on the dash as Matt, Tara and Billy pulled away from us.
    ‘I’m giving her all she’s got Captain,’ he said in a Scottish accent.
    The other buggy widened the distance.
    ‘All she’s got isn’t good enough! What else ya got?’ Nick slammed his hand onto the dash and changed back to his Scottish voice. ‘If we eject the core and detonate, the blast could be enough to propel us forwards. I cannae promise anything though!’
    ‘Do you have any idea what they are talking about?’ Mum said.
    ‘I think it’s Star Trek,’ I said.
    ‘Could be Star Wars,’ Martine said.
    ‘Star Wars?’ Nick flipped around so he was facing them. ‘Wash your mouth out Big Bird.’
    ‘I’m still not talking to you,’ Martine informed him.
    ‘Why? What’d I ever do to…Oh yeah, right.’ He sniggered and flipped around in his seat. ‘ So worth it.’
    We started to cruise down the hill to the waterfront and saw the other buggy stop beside a small park. I pulled our cart into the first parking spot.
    ‘Think you could get any further away Toots?’ Nick clambered out of the front.
    I rolled my eyes and said, ‘Oh come on. It’s only, what, twenty metres.’
    ‘Yes, but to his little legs that’s like a kilometre,’ Martine said.
    He glared at her for a second, said, ‘I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,’ and then he trotted off on his little legs trying to catch up with Billy.
    ‘Hero worship,’ Mum said.
    I nodded my head. If I could develop a case of hero worship where Billy was involved I didn’t see why Nick couldn’t.
    We all trundled into the shoe shop and a saleswoman looked up from where she was positioning shoes on a display. ‘Tara.’ Her face broke into a large smile.
    ‘Hey Lucy,’ Tara said. ‘Have you got those other bridesmaid’s shoes?’
    ‘Got them right out the back.’ Lucy disappeared through a door and returned a few moments later with a box.
    Tara gestured towards me and Lucy handed me the box. I lifted the lid and looked in. A pair of azure high heels lay nestled in the paper. I lifted one out and held it up.
    ‘These are high.’ I kicked off a thong and slipped my foot into it.
    Tara pulled a face. ‘That’s what I get