He blinked.
“As emotional support?”
“As my boyfriend.”
He stared at me.
“Pretend boyfriend,” I added.
“Oh. Much healthier.”
“Please?”
“Why me?”
“Come to my ex-husband’s wedding with me.”
I tried to joke.
“Because you’re obnoxiously presentable.”
“I’m putting that on my performance review.”
I laughed, but Edward kept watching me.
“Veronica.”
I sighed.
“I want Max to look at me with you and wonder if he made a mistake, Ed.”
“Because you’re obnoxiously presentable.”
Edward leaned back.
That answer seemed to bother him.
But after a moment, he nodded.
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
I should have wondered why he agreed so easily.
Instead, I spent the next week worrying about what to wear.
I should have wondered why he agreed so easily.
Max had trained me well.
