Josh thanked Jagger, took the house key, and we headed for the parking lot in silence. There was none of the confusion or anticipation of the drive here. Now there was simply a lingering sadness between us. But hadn’t he just said there would never be a time he didn’t want me? What was this bullshit? What set him off? The job offer? At least I hadn’t snuck off in the middle of the night to take it without telling him.
No, she told her libido. She absolutely was not looking for a one-nighter.It was every kitschy, Pinterest, Brides magazine bright idea crammed into the ballroom of the Hyatt Regency New Brunswick.
Tables with tall crystal displays you couldn’t see around were marked with a different meaningful song, and as you checked in, you had to find your name on a placard and locate the title inside. Which meant two hundred people were stuck walking through the whole setup because there was no numerical or alphabetical order to anything. Then there was the endless lull as pictures were taken of the bridal party. Followed by a plated dinner of rubber chicken, gelatinous risotto, and some kind of green vegetable that might have been deconstructed beans, but could have been pea puree.At least Anne could people watch to pass the time. And she was also not at Danny’s table.She had won the Crazy Aunt Lottery.
—as I was saying, my sister, Melinda, would have been here tonight, but she has problems with her knees.Anne turned to her left. I’m so sorry to hear that.
The old woman who was speaking smiled, revealing dentures that were as even and round-topped as a picket fence. Courtesy of her sequined purple dress, sparkles flashed up her wrinkled neck and highlighted her eroded jawline. Her hair, tightly permed and dyed the same deep red as her lipstick, made her a candidate for Willy Wonka’s mother.
It’s just too much for Melinda, you know. She’s younger than I am, but not in as good shape. I’ve told her she needs to get out more with her walker. She’s getting a Hoveround chair—have you seen the commercials on TV?She turned her mouth toward his palm and pressed a brief kiss there. I’m ready to do it, she said, glancing to Lucan. I want to do this.
When he gave her a nod, Jenna reached into the box to pick up the crystal. It’s warm. She lifted it into her hands, holding it as if it were fragile glass. It’s getting even warmer. I can feel some kind of vibration in its core. It feels powerful . . . alive, somehow.She closed her eyes, concentration pouring over her pretty face. Only seconds passed before the glyphs on her hands and arms began to pulse and fill with color.
I don’t like what I’m seeing, Jen. Brock’s warning was grave, full of dread for his beloved. You’d better put it down now, baby.She gave a faint shake of her head, but didn’t speak. Lucan wasn’t even sure she could speak in that moment.