Finding You (Page 67)

Letting out a laugh, Grayson let out a hell yeah as we drove toward the nursery.

Grace

“What do you mean, Noah left?” I asked as I stood there staring at Alex.

“He said he had to go take care of something really quick and he’d be back. Grace, let’s just get your dress on.”

Falling back onto the bed, I didn’t even care if my hair got messed up. It was half up and half down. No one would ever know the difference.

“Why?” I said as I squeezed my eyes shut. “My wedding day is falling apart before my very eyes and there is nothing I can do about it. Nothing.”

“Bullshit,” Meagan said as I opened my eyes and leaned up on my elbows.

“What did you say, Meg?” I asked as I narrowed my eye at her.

Giving me a smirk smile, Meagan flopped on the chair from my desk and said, “You heard me. If that was me sitting on that bed, you’d be telling me to get my damn ass up and make the most of it. Well, I’m telling you, it’s bullshit that you’re giving up on your wedding day. Noah isn’t.”

My mouth hung open as I stared at her. “He’s not even here! He left!” I shouted as Alex jumped with Taylor over at the window. “What?” I asked, jumping up and pushing them out of the way. All I saw was Libby with the baby. It looked like she was directing someone over to the altar.

I let out a frustrated exhale and went to turn away from the window when I saw Noah and Grayson carrying a bench from Wild Flower. Tilting my head, I whispered, “What in the hell is he doing? Does he plan on napping or something?”

Alex spun around and pushed me away from the window, causing me to stumble backward. Trying to catch myself, I moved at an awkward angle and twisted my foot and went down hard.

“Holy son-of-a-bitch, fuck the mother living duck, crack head jerk off, shit that hurts!” I screamed as I grabbed my ankle.

Alex’s face turned white as Taylor dropped down and took my ankle in her hand. “Oh no. Grace, I think you sprained your ankle.”

“Crack head jerk off? Where in the hell did that come from?” Meagan asked as I shot her a dirty look.

My heart fell. That was it. I was done. The heavens were telling me that I wasn’t supposed to marry Noah. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Glancing at my ankle, I watched as it grew bigger and bigger. “Holy hell. Who knew it could swell up that fast?” I whispered as I felt the throbbing in my ankle.

Alex was by my side as Taylor yelled out she was going to get ice. “Oh my God, Grace. I didn’t mean to push you so hard. Oh no! Oh shit! This is all my fault.”

Tears began building in her eyes as I gave her a warm smile. “Alex, it’s not your fault. Clearly Noah was trying to set something up for the wedding and you didn’t want me to see it. You didn’t know I was going to twist my ankle.”

Hearing Meagan let out a chuckle, I slowly turned my head to see her sitting on the end of my bed. “You know what this is? This is karma for putting me on the same damn flight as stripper boy.”

Rolling my eyes, I tried to ignore the fact that my heartbeat was now residing in my ankle and pounding so hard that I could feel my ankle grow bigger with each beat.

“Stop calling him that. Did you know Gray is now a detective for the Durango Police Department? That’s kind of sexy don’t you think?” I asked as I wagged my eyebrows.

A look passed over Meagan’s face as she glanced away. “So what, he’ll always be a stripper to me.”

Taylor came running in with ice. “I’ve got ice!”

Alex motioned for Taylor to sit next to her. Alex lifted my ankle and moved it some as I yelled out, “Ouch!”

“That hurts?” Alex asked as concern wore heavy on her face while she motioned for Taylor to put the ice on my ankle.

“No Alex, I just felt like screaming out ouch for the hell of it.” Dropping down onto the floor, I covered my face as I let out a scream. Letting my hands down to my sides, I said, “Just tell Noah the weddings off. It’s no use in trying anymore.”

“That would really suck considering I had the most amazing wedding day planned for us.”

His voice moved over my body like a silk blanket. I’d never tire of hearing it. Turning my head, I looked up at Noah towering over me. His smile lit up the entire room and I instantly forgot about my ankle. And the flowers. And the cake. Oh let’s not forget the pastor, the sick band and whatever else went wrong because I could see it in Alex’s eyes there was more.

Okay, maybe I hadn’t forgotten about my ankle, considering it hurt so bad I wanted nothing more than to rock in a fetal position and cry out why!