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was stuck in
so many ways. I made plans to meet Micki out for dinner after work
so at least I had something yummy to look forward to. And I needed
to talk about these crazy feelings I was having for a guy I knew
was just pretending to like me.
    “Guess things went alright at the wedding,”
Micki said as she slid into her chair at the restaurant. “Seeing as
how you didn’t come home for twenty-four hours. I was just about to
choose a picture for your missing person flyer.”
    I planted my chin in my hand and sighed. I
didn’t even care about Carrie any more. “He’s wonderful. Do you
believe in love at first sight?”
    She grunted. “I don’t even believe in love,
period. You’re asking the wrong girl. My parents are divorced. All
three of my sisters are divorced. I tried to break the trend by
doing the serial monogamy thing without the pressure of a wedding,
but Jared still cheated on me.” She rolled her eyes. “Ridiculous
beach romance. He was a beach bum, all right.”
    That was the reason she moved back to
Springfield—to get away from him. I reached across the table and
patted her hand.
    “I only called my blog ‘The Bridesmaid Blues’
so people feel sorry for me and keep reading, hoping I’ll find true
love. I have no intention of ever getting married. I’m just going
to hook up and have fun. So don’t ask me about true love. Sorry,
kid.”
    I sighed. “I just really feel something for
him, Micki.”
    She took a long sip of her appletini. “He
must be a really good actor. Remember, he’s not really an
Australian businessman.”
    I sighed. “He’s better than that. He loves
his mother so much that we’re pretending to be engaged a while
longer for her sake. And he’s got this great idea for a mobile
catering company using a food truck for unique wedding venues. Once
he gets enough money.”
    That caught her attention. “That’s an
interesting idea. I’ve been thinking it would be a great business
venture to work as a matchmaker for engaged couples. You know, set
them up with another couple getting married on the same day to
share flowers, decorations and all that. Setting up the same menu
with a mobile caterer would cut costs too. My blog is really taking
off, but I wish I had money to invest in his idea.”
    I sat up straight. I did have money I could
invest. “You really think it’s a good idea?”
    She nodded. “People are always looking for
ways to make their special day unique—and affordable.”
    I could barely concentrate on dinner. I had
to talk to Justin.
    I went to his apartment without calling. When
he opened the door, his smile let me know my unexpected visit was
welcome. “What’re you doing here?”
    I took a deep breath. “I have a great idea.
Can I come in?”
    He led me to his couch and grabbed us each a
beer from the fridge. “What’s up? Are we going to crash Carrie’s
honeymoon?”
    I laughed. “That’d be fun. She’s in Fiji.
That’s not it, though. I’m interested in making an investment.”
    He looked confused.
    “I want to use the money set aside for a
wedding to invest in your mobile catering business.”
    He just looked at me.
    “I thought you’d be excited.”
    “I’m more shocked than excited. But why?”
    I popped up from the couch and started pacing
the room. “I was talking to my roommate about it—she’s kind of a
wedding expert—and she thought it was a fabulous idea. And I
realized I might never get married the way things are going for me.
Why not do something with the money instead, and worry about
funding a wedding—if and when the time comes. I hate my job. Maybe
I could be a partner some day. A business partner,” I clarified. “I
could work events with you.”
    He just blinked at me. “You’re sure about
this? Because I’ve got the truck all picked out. I’m ready to move
on this.”
    “Yes. We should get some formal paperwork
drawn up, but let’s do it.”
    He set down his beer, stood up, and pulled me
into his arms.