Page 68 of No Limos Allowed


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Yup, it was definitely Devon.And he looked even better than he had in college.

He wore slim-cut chinos, a crisp white polo, and boat shoes without a single scuff. His hair, once an unruly mop, was now neatly styled in a way that must've cost more than my last grocery bill. His jaw looked sharper. His nose looked straighter. And his skin was an outdoorsy bronze even though summer was still weeks away.

And then, there was the woman on his arm – clinging like she'd been growing there from the start. She was blonde, sleek, and impossibly toned, with teeth that practically glittered. Her shoes alone could've paid for my nicest bike and a decent helmet, too.

She beamed. "Maisie! Oh my gosh, Iknewyou'd still be here." She said it like we'd both grown up on the island, when in reality this was the first time I'd seen her within a hundred miles of the Mackinac Bridge.

I stared like an idiot as I tried to recall her name. I'd been calling her Psych Major for so long that her actual name had faded like the ink on that first-ever love-note from Devon.

Yes, I'd kept it – not because I still had a thing for him, but because we'd made some great memories back in the day, and ithad seemed a shame to trash those mementos just because our relationship had ended so badly.

But now, I was having second thoughts about everything. I should've burned that stupid note along with the photo of us grinning like royalty at a kegger.

Her smile turned to a smirk. "Oh, I guess you're surprised to see us."

"Uh…yeah. A little."Talk about a massive understatement.

Devon opened his mouth, but she beat him to it. "This issonostalgic." She said it like we were old pals from summer camp.

My own memories weren't nearly as fond. My jaw twitched like I'd tasted something sour. "What are you doing here?" I'd meant it to come out friendly, professional even. But the summer camp vibe inmyvoice carried shades of Jason on Friday the Thirteenth.

Undaunted, she replied with a smile. "You mean on the island?"

Actually, I meant in my shop, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of saying so. Ifshecould be breezy, I could be breezy, too. I plastered on a smile. "Sure."

"Oh, that's easy," she said. "Devon and I figured it would be fun to take a little break before the wedding and just, like, unplug."

Wedding?

Right on cue, she waggled her fingers just enough to catch the light. The rock on her left hand sparkled like it was trying to blind me into submission.

I blinked, but not from the glittering. If you'd asked me yesterday, I might've guessed they were already married. But yesterday felt like a lifetime ago, and just maybe, a tiny, evil part of me had envisioned Devon dumpingherjust like he'd dumped me.

I didn't want to be petty. But let's just say there had been some serious overlap between when he started with Psych Major and when he finished with me. Given this ugly little fact, a dramatic dumping would've been downright poetic.

And yes – she'd known he had a girlfriend. Devon and I had met her together for the first time at a frat party, where I'd been introduced as – spoiler alert – "Maisie, Devon's girlfriend."

But then, barely four weeks later,shewas the girlfriend, and I was the one sobbing into my pillow.

Pathetic, I know.

It's not like Devon was worth it, especially after I'd learned he was a cheater. But it had stung just the same. And it was stinging all over again as What's-Her-Face continued. "We're renting this adorable private cottage with a view of the bridge." Her voice grew dreamy. "You should see it…his and hers robes, this gorgeous antique bed, and the cutest little kitchen we'llneveruse." She gave Devon a playful bump to the hip. "Daddy says we deserve it."

Good Lord.Forget Daddy. Did shehaveto mention the bed?

Brightly, she added, "But don't worry, it's not our wedding gift."

I wasn't following. "Sorry, what?"

"It's more of an engagement gift." She lowered her voice. "For mysister'swedding, he bought them a new boat, so I'm thinking he'll follow the trend for me, too."

What could I say to that?"Oh. Right." I tried to smile. "You must be really excited."

And just like that, she was beaming again. "Don't you know it." She gave me a playful swat to the arm as she said with a laugh, "And you forgot to congratulate us."

Her touch burned, and I fought a sudden urge to rip off her arm and use it to smack Devon in the face – or better yet, tosmack some sense into myself, because why was I still standing here listening to this?

Still, I forced another smile. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry." My face literally hurt to say it. "Congratulations."