“Nah, just make me the best man in your wedding to this girl and we’ll call it good. I’m happy to be an emissary for true love.”
“Let’s not put the cart before the horse.” Garrett sighed. “One step at a time.”
He hung up and pulled the three-page document off the printer, one page at a time, but the third page caused a paper jam. He tried—and failed—to open the printer. Panicked, he ran into the lobby and skidded to a halt at the front desk. “Can someone help me? The last page of this document is stuck in the printer, and I need it like five minutes ago.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. 4:30. Blair would be walking down the aisle in just half an hour.
The startled hotel employee looked him up and down. “Someone will come around to help you in about ten minutes, sir. We’re short-staffed.”
Garrett leaned over the counter, desperation filling his words. “You don’t understand. My entire future depends on that page. I need it to stop a wedding and save the bride-to-be from a terrible mistake.” He knew he sounded like a crazy person. He found he didn’t much care. He was a crazy person at this point.
“Oh, isn’t that romantic,” an older woman said behind him. “He’s trying to stop a wedding.”
“How’s that romantic?” a man grumbled. “He’s breaking up a wedding.”
“I bet he loves the girl.” She tapped Garrett on the shoulder. “Do you love the girl, young man?”
“Well, yeah…” he mumbled, then turned back to the bewildered desk clerk. “Please. Is there any way you can you send someone sooner?”
The elderly woman approached the desk. “Can you send someone? This boy is trying to win his woman.”
“With a paper?” the desk clerk asked, incredulous.
“Please,” Garrett begged. “Just trust me.”
The clerk shrugged. “Sorry. I don’t know anything about the printers, and the guy who does just left the building. But he should be back in less than ten minutes.”
“The wedding’s in twenty-five minutes.”
The older woman walked away from the desk, heading toward the busy lobby. “Excuse me,” she asked in a voice as loud as an umpire’s, “does anyone here know how to fix a printer? This young man is trying to stop a wedding and win his girl, but he needs a particular paper to do so, and the printer is jammed.”
The entire lobby, which had been buzzing with activity moments before, came to a halt. The guests and employees began to murmur as they all stared at him.
“Isn’t that sweet,” a woman gushed.
“Do you love her?” another woman asked.
“Yes,” he said, his face flushing. “I love her. Can anyone help me?”
A middle-aged man called out, “Why do you need the paper?”
Garrett put his hand on top of his head. “I just do.”
A woman hit the man on his chest, giving him a disapproving glare. “Roy! What kind of question is that?”
“It’s a logical question, Bev!”
She scowled and gave his arm a slight shove. “Give him your printer.”
“What?”
“Let him print off his paper thingamajiggy on your printer.” She glanced over at Garrett. “Roy has a portable printer in his bag here. He can set it up and print off your paper.”
“Thank God.” Garrett hurried over to the couple and watched as the man slowly pulled his printer from a bag and set it on a coffee table in the lobby.
The man glanced around. “I need an outlet.”
Garrett took the cord and plugged it in, then proceeded to watch the man set up the machine as slowly as humanly possible. A crowd gathered in a tight circle around them as he waited for the printer to warm up.
“Can I do anything to help?” Garret asked, running his hand through his hair and glancing up at the clock.
“What time is your wedding, dear?” Roy’s wife asked.
“At five. In fifteen minutes.”
“Look out. Get out of the way!” a man shouted as the crowd parted. He appeared in the opening, wearing a hotel uniform, and handed a paper to Garrett, gasping for breath. “I heard about your situation while I was standing in line at the bakery. Is this what you need?”
Had the desk clerk called him? Garrett didn’t care how he’d heard, only that he had what he needed. He snatched it from the man’s hand and scanned it. “Yes. Thank you!” Then he grabbed the man’s face and kissed his cheek. “Thank you!”
The employee grinned from ear to ear and blushed profusely as Garrett let him go and turned to the elderly gentleman who was still working on his printer. “Thanks for your help, Roy.”
“Go get ’er!” his wife shouted, punching her fist into the air.
It was only as he ran toward the front door that he realized he’d parked valet. He’d have to wait several minutes for them to get his car.
“I need a taxi,” he told the valet parking attendant.
“He’s about to stop a wedding!” a young woman shouted out to the employee. “Make it snappy!”
The employee glanced at his hand. “With a legal document?”
Garrett released a groan. “It’s a long story.”
The attendant shook his head, warily eyeing the papers. “I don’t know, dude. I’m not sure I should get involved.”
Realization washed over Garrett, and he held them closer to the man. “You don’t understand. I’m trying to save the bride. The groom is threatening her, and this will protect her.”
The attendant’s eyes widened. “Well, why didn’t you say so?” He looked around the drive, a frown wrinkling his forehead. “It might take several minutes to get a taxi though.”
“I don’t have several minutes!” Why hadn’t he thought to have his car pulled out of the garage while he waited on the printer?
A hipster-looking guy in his twenties, a beanie cap on his head despite the August heat, tapped Garrett’s arm. “Where’s the wedding?”
“Uh…” Garrett shook his head. “The First Presbyterian Church.”
A murmur went through the group of twenty-some-odd people who had gathered around him.
“We can drop you off,” the young guy said. He turned to the woman next to him. “Can’t we?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! But I want to watch.”
“Sure. Whatever.” Garrett nodded and waved his arm. “Just get me there.”
“Let’s go,” the guy said, leading him out to a tiny compact car parked in front of the hotel. His female companion climbed into the back while Garrett slid into the passenger seat, his knees tucked under his chin. He was surprised to see a small crowd of people following them.
A young woman leaned into his open window, her eyes bright with excitement. “He said the First Presbyterian Church, right?”
“Yep!” Garrett’s new driver said, starting the car. “See you there.”
To Garrett’s horror, several people were hopping into the cars parked around them. “Oh, my God. Are those people following us?”
“Well, yeah,” the woman in the back said with a laugh, huddled over her phone. “You always hear about this kind of thing, but who ever gets to see it? Shoot, people are tweeting about it. There are hashtags even.”
“What?”
She laughed. “Yeah, there are two—#legalweddingcrasher and #fixtheprinterstopthewedding. The second’s kind of long, but it seems to have the most tweets. A hotel employee even tweeted that he was racing back from his break to help.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She laughed again. “You’re going viral. What’s your name?”
“Uh…Garrett. Why?”
She grinned, took a photo of him, and then started typing on her phone. “No reason.”
“Stop tweeting about me!” Garrett didn’t use Twitter much, but he dug his phone out of his pocket and pulled up the app, trying to remember his password. He looked up at the road and didn’t recognize the route. “Do you know where you’re going?”
“Yeah, I grew up around here. We’re only about five minutes away.”
Garrett glanced at his phone. His worthless Twitter app was open, but it was unusable without the proper password. “It’s five minutes ’til. I should barely make it.” Neil would be up at the altar already. Since he thought Garrett had a contract that would guarantee him a few million dollars, Neil wouldn’t mind getting pulled away, but Nana Ruby had a part to play in this new scheme. How would he know where to find her?
“Oh,” the woman in the back murmured, sneaking a glance up at him. “They have a good point.”
“Who does? What are you talking about?”
“People think you look like shit. We need to clean you up if you’re going to crash a wedding.”
He let out a groan and looked down at his jeans and T-shirt. “I’ve spent an hour trying to hunt Blair down—”
She frowned and cringed. “Uh-uh. Don’t put it like that. You sound like a stalker.”
He shook his head. “And then I’ve spent the last three hours trying to draw up a legal document to get my cousin to agree not to marry my ex-girlfriend. I didn’t have time to change into my tux.”
“Wait. Tux?” the driver interrupted. “You’re in the wedding?”
“Was. My grandmother made me a groomsman, but after this morning, I doubt anyone wants me there.”
“What happened this morning?” the guy asked, leaning closer.
“Uh…” What was he doing? He was spilling his guts to complete strangers. He looked over his shoulder—and saw that the woman behind him was tweeting a play-by-play. He snatched the phone out of her hand and scanned the screen. When he saw the photo of him littering the stream—his eyes half closed and his mouth open, his body twisted at a weird angle as he leaned over Roy in the hotel lobby—he understood her previous comment.
“I took another one.” She grabbed the phone and swiped the screen. “Here.”
The new photo showed him sitting in the front seat, his eyes wide, making him look crazed. He wasn’t sure it was much better. “What are people saying?”
The woman beamed. “They love you. You’re a trending topic.”
Oh, shit. Blair was going to flip out. “You have to stop them.”
“Dude,” she laughed. “I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to—which I don’t. Helping something go viral is like my lifelong dream come true.”
“You need new life goals.”
She laughed again.
The car slowed down, and Garrett looked up to see a traffic jam. “Why’s everyone stopped?”
“If I had to guess…” The guy sat up straighter, then looked out his side window. “I think there’s a bunch of people going to the church.”
“Wait. All the guests they invited would already be parked.”
“Dude, you went viral. Don’t you get it? These people found out about it on social media.”
The blood rushed from his head. “All these people are going to Blair’s wedding?” he asked in horror.
“Of course not,” the guy laughed. “Some of these people are just driving. I guess about fifty percent are planning to go to the church.”
“I’ll find out,” the woman said, typing furiously on her phone. Seconds later cars started honking.
“Huh,” the guy said, twisting his mouth as he concentrated. “I’d say it’s more than fifty percent.”
The car came to a dead standstill. Based on the seemingly endless line of cars ahead of them, Garrett suspected they weren’t moving very far, very fast any time soon. “How far is the church from here?”
“Uh…about three blocks up and one to the left.”
Garrett opened his car door, holding the papers in his hand. “Thanks for the ride.” He looked at the woman in the back. “I think.”
“Go get ’er, Garrett!” the woman said with a wide grin.
He shut the door and walked around the front of the car to the sidewalk and started jogging. As he ran, people leaned out their car windows, shouting his name.
“It’s him!”
“Go, Garrett!”
“Get your woman!”
After two blocks, he glanced at his phone, horrified to see it was five o’clock. He still had two blocks to go. It was a hot and humid summer day, and he hadn’t dressed for a summer afternoon run. Perspiration beaded on his forehead, sending streams of sweat down the side of his face and his neck.
People were leaning out their windows, chanting his name.
“Garr-ett! Garr-ett!”
A teenage girl ran up to him and handed him a bottle of water, then jogged beside him for several paces. “What you’re doing is so romantic!”
Shit. Blair hated romance. Would she see it that way?
People were lined up on the sidewalk in front of the church, chanting his name. How in the hell had so many people heard about this in thirty minutes? He reached the top of the steps leading to the church and leaned over his legs to catch his breath. Then he looked at his phone. 5:10.
Dammit.
He was greeted with silence when he pushed opened the door leading to the foyer. Based on the rehearsal the night before, they probably hadn’t reached the wedding vows yet, but what if it was running fast? The double doors to the sanctuary were straight ahead.
Garrett sucked in a deep breath, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and pushed the sanctuary door open.
Blair stood at the altar next to Neil. She looked beautiful in her close-fitting lace dress, but her veil was crooked, and she wasn’t holding a bouquet. Neil stood next to her wearing his black tux and an arrogant smile that nauseated Garrett. Or that could have been the full bottle of water he’d gulped down as he ran. Probably both.
No one seemed to notice him except for Blair’s assistant, who was sitting in the back row. Her head turned, and her mouth dropped into an O, but otherwise she remained motionless.
Given all his recent bad luck, something must have finally turned his way. The minister turned to look around the church, his head jutting back in shock, and his eyes widening when he saw Garrett standing in the back of the aisle. His look of surprise quickly turned to concern as he uttered the line that every minister in every wedding had to be terrified to say.
“If any of you has a reason for why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
A loud, vehement chorus of “I object” rang out through the church, but the one that shocked him most was from the bride. And from the look of fury on her face, Neil had to be shitting his pants.
Chapter Thirty-One
Garrett took several steps down the aisle, but he stopped in his tracks when he realized Blair hadn’t noticed him yet. She’d turned her cold fury on Neil, and he wasn’t about to interrupt her. He wanted to see this. He slid into a pew to watch the show.
“Neil, I’ve dealt with many cheating, lying men over the past four years, but you are hands down the most despicable, pathetic excuse of a human being I’ve had the misfortune to meet.”
“Blair.” He reached toward her. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
She slapped his hand away. “I embarrassed myself by staying with you for the past two years. I embarrassed myself by agreeing to marry you. But I am not embarrassing myself right now. I’m finally taking control of a situation I’ve allowed to coast along for far too long.”
“Blair!” he grunted in a low voice. “Now is not the time to air our dirty laundry.”
She tilted her head, her eyes icy blue. “So when exactly is the best time, Neil? After the wedding? Should we have Reverend Baker speed this up so we can go to a private room and discuss in private how you’re cheating on me and have been since we met?”
The arrogance bled from his face.
“Oh, yeah. I know about Layla.” She turned, and her gaze scanned the crowd. “And isn’t that a surprise. She didn’t come to the wedding, even though Neil added his girlfriend’s name to the guest list to our wedding along with all his other co-workers.” Sh
e turned her attention to the groom. “That took a lot of fucking balls. Where’d you dig those up? Off a corpse in the hospital?”
The rattle of coins interrupted the silence. Debra stood, holding out the battered cat jar. “That’s five dollars, Blair.”
Blair slowly turned her cold gaze to Neil’s mother, the look in her eyes terrifying. The woman sank back onto the pew without uttering a word.
“I’m surprised Layla’s not here.” Her eyebrows rose in mock surprise. “You and I know it’s not because she’s shy,” Blair said in a coy voice. “She had no problem stripping to her underwear in Neil’s cousin’s hotel room this morning.”
Several people gasped, including Garrett’s own mother. He would have some explaining to do later.
“Little Layla must get around, because she was busy screwing Neil earlier in the week. I’m pretty damn sure you were too busy banging the nurse you worked with that you couldn’t be bothered to wonder why I didn’t come home Monday night.”
“Blair,” Neil pleaded.
She pointed her finger at him. “I’m just getting started with you.” She took a breath. “But I’m not here to talk about Layla. I’m here to honor Neil.”
“Blair. Stop this.”
She snatched the bouquet out of Megan’s hand and hit him in the chest, sending several roses flying. “You will be quiet. I’m talking right now.” He made a move toward the steps, and she whacked him again. “Don’t even think about it, asshole. I’m not done with you yet.”
His jaw set, and he looked furious.
“One would expect a man who has a girlfriend and a fiancée to be a man of confidence, and why not? He had the world by the tail, right? Yet he was so worried about his cousin coming to the wedding and stealing me away from him that he convinced his friend, a junior partner in my firm, to lie to me and tell me that my job at the firm was dependent on my wedding. If my wedding went perfectly, I’d make partner. But if I didn’t go through with the wedding, I would be fired.” She scanned the crowd until her gaze landed on the guilty man. “And Ben Stuart was so convincing I fell for it.” She began a slow clap, the stems of the bouquet muffling the sound. “Bravo, Ben. You deserve a Tony nomination for that performance.”
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