not a huge fan of witnessing large amounts of PDA from anyone, but beyond that, no.”
Maybe that explained the lack of showy affection between them when they were together. “Well, you’ve been very understanding and decent about it.”
His eyebrows went up. “There was another option?”
She tried to picture Dylan in a jealous rage or even a mopey lovelorn depression. Neither image worked. “I guess not.”
“We’re friends and I wish her well. I just hope she’s not making the same mistake twice—”
It was rude to interrupt, but... “You think Reese and Mason are a mistake?”
“For her sake, I hope not. But the odds aren’t good.”
She rushed to defend Reese. “I’d say that after all they’ve been through, their odds are pretty damn good. They love each other—”
Dylan actually snorted.
“What? It’s true.”
“Yes, and love is probably the worst reason there is to get married.”
That threw her off her game. “What other reason is there?”
“You’re a romantic.” His tone clearly said he saw that as a fault.
That wasn’t entirely true. She had no starry-eyed misconceptions about the realities of relationships, but to just dismiss love outright? “For thinking love is a good reason to get married?”
“Love is ephemeral. Good marriages need a stronger foundation than that for a solid and successful partnership.”
Ugh. She’d heard variations of that before. But even being taught that marriage was about creating a strong family foundation—usually with the wife playing the helpmate to her husband—love was still at least given lip service in the equation. “So you think that Mason and Reese won’t have a solid and successful partnership? Simply because they’re in love?”
“Would you marry someone just because he was good in bed?”
The bluntness of that question quite literally caused her to stumble. Dylan’s hand tightened against her back as she regained her balance, and she wondered if Dylan had tried to shock her on purpose. No, Dylan wasn’t the type. Gina might try to bait and shock, but Dylan... She couldn’t really picture it. “Like love, it shouldn’t be the only reason to get married, but it’s a damn important one.”
Dylan merely smiled at her response, and she could almost feel the metaphorical pat on the head. It had been a long time since anyone had patronized her like that, and she wondered what Reese might have said about her to make him think...
“Wait a second.” She stopped the sway. “If love isn’t the right reason to get married, are you saying that you never loved Reese?” Reese might be happy in love now, but she’d sworn to only marry for love and finding out that Dylan hadn’t loved her at all would still hurt.
“Of course I loved her.” What would normally be a passionate declaration in any decent romance novel sounded flat instead. Dylan could have been speaking about how much he loved pizza for all the emotion behind the statement. Wow. Reese had definitely dodged a bullet with this one.
“Well, Reese seems to be pretty good at avoiding mistakes these days.”
An eyebrow arched up at her statement, but the music finally came to a stop, keeping Dylan from responding to her snark. Instead, he stepped back, and with a mocking bow, said, “Thanks for the dance, Marnie.”
He walked over to Tuck and spoke quietly to his friend. A moment later, their whole party was tossing a shower of flower petals at Tuck and Cassie as they ran out the door and climbed into a black town car for their getaway.
She felt a hand on her elbow and turned to see Carter. Gina was hanging back a step behind him, seeming a little unsure. It brought back the weight of all that thinking she still had to do. Damn. If nothing else, she owed Dylan a debt of thanks for taking her mind off all that for even a few minutes.
“We’re going to go, too,” Carter said. “I’m sure we’ll see you while I’m in town.”
Marnie still wasn’t quite used to the idea of that “we.” It was going to take time to wrap her head around the fact that Carter and Gina were a couple. In the last ten years, her relationship with her brother had gone from good to really bad and finally landed in “strained” territory, and she wasn’t entirely sure if his new relationship with Gina was going to improve that situation or not. But she and Gina seemed to be on the brink of repairing their damage, and she realized she very much wanted that to happen. She’d deal with Carter somehow. She’d have to. “Yeah. We’ll do lunch or something.”
Gina seemed uncharacteristically reticent to say anything, but Reese stepped in, purse over her shoulder, obviously ready to leave, as well. She wrapped her arms around their shoulders and pulled them in for a celebratory squeeze. “I think we did well today, ladies.”
Gina nodded. “We did.”
“And us?” Reese asked quietly, “Are we okay?”
While she’d asked the question generally, Marnie knew they were primarily waiting on her to answer. While she and Gina still had some baggage to unpack, Reese had to be feeling some weight, as well—after all, she’d known about Gina’s pregnancy and miscarriage when it had happened and had kept that knowledge from Marnie all this time.
Yikes, something else to process. But Marnie returned Reese’s squeeze and placed a hand on Gina’s arm. “We will be.”
Gina met her eyes directly and nodded, and that nod somehow helped clear through the noise. She felt her eyes burning. “I’ll talk to y’all later.”
“You’re not going all the way home tonight, are you?” Reese asked.
The long train ride out to Brooklyn didn’t hold much attraction now—wine waiting in the fridge or no. Thankfully, she had another option, and there were many stores between here and SoHo where she could pick up another bottle. “No, I’ll probably stay at Sven’s.”
“We could drop you off on our way.”
Gina’s eyes widened. “Wait, there’s a Sven?” she asked.
“Sven is gay and lets me crash at his place when I need to,” she explained to Gina and then declined Reese’s offer. The last thing she needed right now was more quality time with her friends. God only knew what other bombshells could drop. “I’m actually going to finish this wine and have a bit of a think. I’ll grab a cab later.”
Reese looked a little concerned, but nodded. There were general good-nights all around and Marnie pulled Gina aside. “One more thing... Please don’t mention to Carter that I got laid off. I really don’t want to deal with that right now.”
“Gotcha.”
The lack of hesitation warmed her. Yeah, they were going to be okay.
She waved off the other two couples and sank back into her chair with a sigh. Then she
