Her eyes widen as she bursts out laughing. She’s nearly rolling over and beside herself when she watches my deadpan expression.
“You f*****g ran out with his clothes? The hell, Em?” She’s still laughing as she scolds me.
“Well, I was pissed to find out he’s married! He deserves it,” I explain matter-of-factly. I throw them in her back seat as well as the shoes before slipping my heels on.
“Are you sure his name was Drew?” She narrows her eyes.
“No.” I shake my head. “I just know that he was in the wedding party because he was wearing the same tux.”
“Well, there were eight groomsmen. So let’s figure this out. Process of elimination.”
I nod. “Okay. Well, I know it wasn’t Jackson or John.” She gives me a side-eye glance that tells me it better not have been either of them. “I wasn’t tha
