ROMANCE: ALIEN ROMANCE: Captured by the Alien Dragon (Alpha Male Alien Abduction BBW Romance) (Bad Boy Shifter Fantasy Romance) (43 page)

“It’s beautiful,” I said honestly.

“Isn’t it?” she sighed.

I hoped we could continue with the focal point change over food.

“So how long have you been dating?”

“About a year, you little procrastinator. Tell me what’s up with you?”

“Nothing’s up with me. I’m boring and doing nothing with my life. You’re more entertaining. Tell me what you’ve got planned for the wedding.”

Those were the magic words. Cara went on a tangent about summer colors, flowers and gift registries. Bless Blake, he seemed excited to talk about it with her. I didn’t have to say anything for the rest of lunch.

My nerves were at their ends, trying to figure out the best way to get away. If Cara was here, that meant Liam was on his way, and I did not want to be around when that happened.

“Listen Car, I have to go.”

“Oh but you just got here,” she whined.

“I have to work,” I said standing.

“Well wait a second. Here.” She handed me a very fancy invitation. White with black lace embellishments and silver wording.

You are formally invited to the wedding of Cara Shields and Blake Witherspoon. May 18, 2016. 2:00 pm.

“I can’t take this.”

“Yes, you can! I’ve already sent the rest out but since I didn’t know your address, I decided it was best by hand.”

“Well if you insist,” I mumble, throwing it into my knockoff bag.

“The rehearsal dinner is in three days,” she calls out from the door.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be busy,” I call over my shoulder. There was no way I was getting close enough for people to ask questions. The truth will set you free they say, but I think they’re lying. The truth will hurt more people than my avoidance will.

“It’s at 6:00!” She practically screamed as I climbed into my old Tahoe.

“Please be there!”

…Not if I can help it.

I might have made it through the day by the skin of my teeth but I knew Liam would be in attendance at the rehearsal dinner, and I didn’t want to be anywhere he was as long as I could avoid it.

I could talk myself through the wedding and hide out in the back, but a rehearsal dinner was formal with fewer people so I would be avoiding that rehearsal dinner, at all costs.

CHAPTER FOUR

I returned to a house filled with people I don’t know. Of course, I’m greeted with fanfare….I am celebrity after all, or so they say. I don’t even want to see, greet them or talk to anyone but I have to play my role and be the celebrity - greet people, shake hands, and be the Liam they think I am.

“Liam, good game last week!”

“So good to see you, Liam.”

These people all thought they knew me….and in fairness, could probably remember every milestone I achieved better than I could. Although strange, it was endearing. Small towns tended to be like that. It was overwhelming, though, because I put Small Town on the map. The city was on my back and they were counting on me to make it proud. In the city, people asked for autographs, but they knew to keep their distance. Here, it seemed like I was the mayor and everyone just wanted a piece of me.

“My baby!” my mother called, running down the marble stairs.

“Mom what is all that in the back yard?” I say bending so she can kiss my head.

“It’s for Cara. You know she refuses to wed anywhere else.” She turned to walk away, expecting me to follow. “On one hand, I’m flattered. You really did have a beautiful house built for us. On the other hand, she’s driving me up the damn wall citing off all these ridiculous needs for decorations.”

I could only laugh, my mother, the perfect southern belle, never cursed unless she was angry.

“What kind of things Mother?”

“You know how hard it is to get anything sent here?” I opened my mouth to continue, but she kept talking. “Literally everything!”

“There are no white roses here! You can't find any damn orange flowers or whatever they’re called. You can’t find them here!”

My mother, Eleanor Fitzgerald Shields was a force to be reckoned with. Standing just under 5’2” in heels and with bright blond hair, she didn’t take even a little bit from anyone. She had no problems grabbing ears, slapping foreheads and getting her way. My father, Reginald, loved her so much he tolerated her not taking his name.

“So tell her Ma. Just tell her no.” She spun on her heels using the momentum from walking to face me. “

“You ever tried telling that girl no?”

Her Texan accent was more prominent the angrier she got.

“Yes, I have. Remember the time I babysat and told her she couldn’t have ice cream?”

She began walking again, ordering the placement of things and laughed. “Yes, I remember. She told you if she couldn’t have ice cream then nobody could.”

“Exactly. She took every last carton of ice cream out of the freezer, even the deep freezer outside, and set the cartons outside to melt.” I chuckled remembering.

“We didn’t find those damn things until the next day, and the entire back yard had all kinds of animals and ants.”

We laughed together as I looked at the change in our backyard. There were flower buds tied along the back of the seats. There were tables along the side of the yard for photos and heirlooms. The other tables were for food and the bar. The silverware was tied with lines in burlap. Ironically, as fancy as both Cara and Blake are, their background wedding was properly Texan, with the right dash of country.

There were mason jars of fresh flowers on top of plain, white-ironed linens. A sunflower pomander dangled from an outdoor chandelier for a charming twist along the lights decorating the tops of the gates. Cute wooden signs stood out in corners, with chalk writings of the intended destination. Some said food. Others said dance floor. I don’t want to know how much this was costing. Knowing Cara and her rich new boyfriend, it was probably a fortune they could afford.

It was cute but not something I really cared about.

“I’m going upstairs, Mama.”

“Wait. Wouldn’t you like some tea?”

I could only shake my head. “No ma’am. I’ll be down in time for dinner.”

“That’s my boy,” she said patting my cheek before I left. “And tell your father he better sign that check or else I’m coming in there.”

I already knew where she was sending me. My father lived in basically two places within our home. His man cave, which had a small putting green, or his office - where he pretended he wasn’t retired. On my way to find him, I ran into the bride-to-be herself.

“Cara!”

“Big brother!” She said running into my arms.

“You know you’re driving Ma up the wall with this wedding, right?” I asked, kissing her on the cheek.

She giggled, “Ma needs to grow a pair. She’s just grouchy because, for once, she’s not the only one running the show.”

I put her down and ruffled the top of her perfectly styled hair.

“Cut it out!” She said as if her hair wouldn’t just fall back into place. With the amount of money that she spent she could probably jump into a pool and come out still luxurious and kept.

“Where you going? She said to my back.

“To see a man about a dog.”

It was an old thing our father used to say when he didn’t want to admit where he was going. It became something we’d say to get under each other’s skin.

I kept walking until Cara said, “hey, I saw Maddie earlier.”

Her name glued my feet to the floor.

“Oh really?” I tried to remain casual and sound unfazed.

“Yeah. We had breakfast. She met Blake.”

“How was that?” I asked turning to see her face. My hands went into my pocket as a defense mechanism.

“It was great, “she said smiling. “Really great.”

I liked the way Cara was smiling. She seemed so carefree and light. It had been a while since I saw her like that. Her face wasn’t lined with worries.

“Is she coming to the wedding?” I hoped my tone was just right. Cara would ask questions if she thought anything was going on. I just had to play it cool and stay calm.

“She said she’d try.”

“Oh. Ok.” I answered, turning to walk away.

“I invited her to the dress rehearsal.” Her voice lifted on the end like she was asking me a question.

“Oh, yeah?” I said, looking back at her. I was relaxed, only vaguely interested.

“She said she’d be busy though.”

“Really? With what? You know what she’s gotten into these past years?

“I don’t. She was very mysterious.”

“So you know nothing? Not where she’s saying? Or what she’s been up to these days?”

“Nope. You know she doesn’t have a Facebook and when I poked, she wouldn’t budge.”

“Oh. Ok.” I said that too many times. I wonder if she noticed.

“I know you two used to be close friends.”

On that note, I was out.

“Yeah. Used to be.” I said, walking away.

Cara didn’t follow me, so I continued down the stairs and around the corner. Maddie might not have told Cara, but this was a Small Town. I could easily find out what I wanted. Maddie might have gotten away from me once. We were young, and I thought football was my world, but now I knew better. I wasn’t going to let her go again.

I knocked and heard his booming voice.

“Come in.”

“Hey Dad.”

“My Boy!” He stood from behind his desk.

“What’re you reading?”

He swiped his hand in the air. “Just looking in to some stocks I’m thinking about investing in.”

I could only shake my head. “You are aware that you’re retired, yes?”

“Well if you came down here to tell me to stop you can just save it. Your mother does enough of that for the both of you.”

He finally grabbed me into a bear hug. Reginald Shields was a big man. The man was as big as I am, only less muscular. His girth made up for the lack of muscles, though. With thinning black hair and loving brown eyes he hadn’t changed much over the years. I could tell he was still fit and hopefully would be around a long time.

“What’re you doing here? Don’t you know its estrogen overload? The women up there are going crazy.”

He made his eyes look crazy.

“I’d think with that being the case you’d be happy to see me.”

He grinned, pulling away from me.

“I am, but that doesn’t mean I want you to suffer too.”

He poured scotch into glasses from his corner bar and offered it to me.

“No matter, at least we’re in this together.”

We clinked glasses and sipped.

“You know this week is going to be a real shit show.”

I nodded, gulping down some more.

“Don’t tell your mother I said that. You’d think I was five the way she keeps demanding I put money in the swear jar.”

“She’s a real force when she puts her mind to something.”

He laughed, finishing his drink. “Yea, why do you think I married her?”

I nodded, and we both sat down in his leather chairs.

After a moment of silence, he said, “you know how many years your mom and I have been married?”

I shook my head, “Something like thirty years, right?

He nodded, “Thirty-four.”

I waited. Dad was going somewhere with this.

“Did I ever tell you how we met?”

“You were friends in school, right?”

He nodded again. “Small Town was never big.”

“OK, so you met in school.”

“Yes and no. We knew each other, but we didn’t formally meet until high school.”

“Really? Why?”