He nods at them. "Nice to see you guys again," he says diplomatically.
"Where’s your wife?" Reed asks, without skipping a beat, looking straight at Travis.
"Right next to me," Travis says, without thinking twice, making everyone stop talking. "I mean eventually, that is."
Willow laughs. "Shit, you should have seen the look on your face." She points at Quinn, who just glares at her.
"Listen," I say and they all look at me. "We might as well get this over with. I don’t want to hear anyone’s bullshit. It’s two friends that have…" I think of the word.
"Rekindled," Hazel says for me.
"Yes." I point at her.
"Two friends that rekindled their friendship." I look up at Travis, who stares at me.
"So, friends that do benefits," Willow says. "I never had that." Quinn turns to look at her and shakes his head.
"Never going to have that either," he mumbles, and Amelia comes to me with a glass for me and beer for Travis.
"Nice to see you," she says, handing him his beer as he nods at her. "If you fuck up, I’m going to let them shoot you."
"Good to know," he says, taking a pull of his beer, and I can’t imagine what it must be like for him. I mean, I went to his wedding, but I wasn’t the one who dumped him. I don’t even think I would have had the balls to go if the roles were reversed.
"Okay, are we done?" I ask, taking a sip of spiked sweet tea, then looking up at Travis and smiling. He lets go of my hand and puts it around my shoulders, pulling me to him and kissing my head.
"All good, baby," he says softly, and I’m about to say something when I hear: "What the fuck is this?" my cousin, Chelsea, says from behind me, and I turn to see her standing there with her hand on her hip.
"Okay, maybe I should have warned them that you were here," I mumble, and he just shrugs, not caring.
"Didn’t you go to his wedding last week?" she asks, shocked, as she looks from me to Travis.
"There was no wedding," Travis reports.
"Oh my God," Mayson, her husband, says from behind her. "I told you going to that wedding was bad luck."
I put up my hand. "Okay, one." Closing my hand and putting up a finger. "I didn’t have anything to do with the wedding not taking place." I look at all of them. "And two, I’m not bad luck."
"You aren’t bad luck." Travis bends to tell me in my ear. "You are the best luck."
"I just threw up a little," Quinn says, putting a hand in front of my mouth. "Good to know you're still a lovesick puppy."
"Eww,” Reed says. "Remember when he sent her flowers every single day of winter break with poems?"
"It wasn’t poems," Travis says, defending himself. "It was lines from her favorite romance books."
"That makes it even worse,” Quinn says, and Willow shakes her head.
"What? Like, you wouldn’t send me flowers?" she asks Quinn, who side-eyes her, bringing his beer to his mouth.
"He wouldn’t bring you flowers," I say. "He would plant you a whole fucking field full of them."
"Gross,” Reed says and that has all of us rolling our lips.
"Didn’t you leave a rose in her car for two years when you got back together?" Quinn points at him. "And you kept doing those stupid Facebook posts about love and her. I’m surprised they didn’t block you with all the times I had you reported." We all laugh and Travis walks over to sit on a stool and motions with his head to come to him.
I walk to him while Mayson sits next to him on the stool. "So, besides not getting married, what else have you been up to?" he says, and we all laugh as Travis opens his legs for me to step between. His hand goes to my hip and it feels like old times; the guys joking with each other while the girls just gab.
Travis bends and kisses my shoulder and I look at him from the side. "You okay?" I ask, putting my hand on his cheek.
"Never better," he says with a smile and I lean to him and kiss him. "Never better." I smile at him but the reality of it is that eventually he’s going to leave and we are going to be back to square one. I take a sip of sweet tea while my head yells at me that it’ll be fine, yet my heart stops feeling the fullness that it felt all day.
Chapter 21
Travis
"I’ll be back." I smile at her and can tell something is wrong. She tries to avoid looking at me and I want to drag her out of the bar and ask her. But instead, I sit down and try to get her family to like me again. I mean, I don’t know if it’s going to help. I also don’t know if they will ever forgive me for what I did to her, but that they didn’t take me out in the back and beat the shit out of me is a start.