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Still, I’m glad he is.
I love Liam. He knows everything about me, never judges me, and will absolutely get me through this…whatever this is in my life. A bump? A low point? A glitch?
Yes, I’m aware that my broken engagement and ruined wedding should probably register as more than a glitch.
But I’m already past being sad and angry.
I’m not hurt.
I’m frustrated.
And I’m frustrated because I am on my way to my ex fiancé‘s hometown to sell a house he gave me that I absolutely do not want. What a pain in the ass.
But my feelings today actually have nothing to do with not marrying Brad yesterday.
Still, as much help as I know Liam will be, Ford makes me feel stable. Grounded. Like everything is going to be okay.
Liam will help me solve any problem. He’ll listen to me rant. He’ll let me bounce ideas off of him. And he’ll do anything I ask him to do.
Ford, on the other hand, will just make things happen.
I won’t need to problem solve or come up with ideas.
It’s not that Ican’t.I just…don’t want to right now.
I would love to have someone take care of this.
I’m an extremely capable and independent woman.
I just planned an entire wedding with zero help from my fiancé.
And then it was for nothing.
So I’m tired. And I don’t want to deal with any more contracts or advice or planning orpeople.
Ford will take care of it and I love him for it.
I don’t know how I know that about him. I don’t know him that well. But it’s just a sense I have of him. He’s so confident. He never seems to blink. He just steps in, says it’ll be okay, and something inside me believes him.
Brad must’ve talked about him, told me stories or something, right? That has to be why I feel this way about this man.
I tune back into the conversation as Liam tells Harrison,
“Because of you, we are already two hours behind schedule. Can you justpleasesit there and shut up for five minutes?”
I’m honestly not sure that Harrison can do that. He is a talker. And even though he is on my shit list because he hurt my best friend, I find him amusing. I would never admit that to Liam, but Harrison has definitely made this road trip more fun already. When he’s not pissing Liam off, he’s funny and interesting and his enthusiasm is contagious.
Actually, even when he is pissing Liam off, he’s fun. I was all for stopping at the rubber ball museum he saw the hand-painted sign for. And I laughed just as hard as he did when we found out it was just some guy’s garage and his collection of, well, rubber balls. Harrison still paid the guy our ten dollar “admission” and accepted a warm can of root beer from the “snack bar.” All with a grin.
I giggle even now, thinking about it.
He teases, and picks at Liam though, and I have to say I have never seen my friend like this. Liam is quiet, unassuming, laid-back. He’s an introvert for sure, but he’s also just veryuninterested in most other people. The fact that he is so easily riled up by Harrison is fascinating. I can’t wait to talk to him about it later.
“Seriously?” Harrison asks Liam. “We don’t have a schedule.” He laughs. “We can’t be late for something none of us intended to do.”
“Not all of us have vats of money we can just dip into when we run a little low,” Liam snarks. “Some of us have to work.”
Harrison stretches his arm out along the back of the seats and twirls his finger in Liam’s hair. “Do you need a little pocket change, William? I’ve got a few tasks you could do for me.”