Page 87 of Trading Paint
“You heard?”
“Yeah,”
Shesighedsitting beside me, shivered and scooted closer.
“I’m sorry...Jesusit’s cold.”
“Do you think I’m using you?”
She answered immediately, her voice sure. “No.Not at all.I go becauseIwant to.”
I only nodded and she shivered again.
“You should put a coat on or something.”
“I would but I don’t want to go back inside.”
I knew exactly why she didn’t want to go back inside so I slipped out of my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
“We should get going. I can’t look at your legs much longer without my self control wavering.” I admitted.
Sway laughed and I smiled. I’d do anything to hear that giggle. “Let’s go to a wedding.”
I found Spencer once we arrived and gave him my speech. “Are you sure about this?”
I wasn’t much of a best man so luckily he had chosen someone else for that duty. But I did feel it was my place as a brother to offer some words. Good or bad, I offered them.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You used to be a slut.”
Spencer shrugged and stared back at me analyzing my expression.
“People change.” His voice seemed to hold some warning but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what the hell he was talking about.
It might have had something to do with the fact that I was working on a 6-pack of Coors Light but that’s beside the point.
“How did you know she was the one?”
Spencer dropped down beside me on the couch as we waited for the wedding to begin.
He was a nervous groom. I was drunken groomsman and we were quite the pair.
“I’m not sure how I knew...she puts up with my shit, and for the first time, I wanted someone.” He intoned. “I want her,always.”
I just listened to him. I couldn’t say much. I’d never felt the way he did. He loved someone and while I had feelings for Sway, I didn’t know what love even meant to me or if I loved anything besides racing.
“Jameson,” Spencer turned to me removing the beer from my hands. “There will come a point when racing isn’t everything to you. Someday, you’ll understand the way you feel about her.”
I’m sure my expression was slightly alarmed that he implied Sway. “It’s not like that with us. We’re just friends.”
Spencer laughed shaking his head and then stood. “Come on bro, let’s get me hitched!”
The wedding was simple. Alley planned everything perfectly with the help of Emma. Spencer didn’t have to do anything, which was a good fucking thing because you couldn’t expect him to do much of anything at a wedding besides be there and say “I do”.
Sway and Emma were Alley’s bridesmaids. I spent more time staring at Sway in her dress than listening to what the preacher said because she looked absolutely beautiful. It wasn’t fair to Alley to have someone like Sway standing next to her that’s for sure.
I started to get antsy standing up there when the words were finally spoken, “Spencer James Riley, do you take this woman to be your wife?”
