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Holy shit.
I’m startled to feel a bit of heat sizzle between us.
Maybe it’s just how close I am to his mouth, or maybe it’s because he’s an attractive guy.
Maybe it’s because I’m suddenly single.
But for whatever reason, I am suddenly very aware of men.
These men.
This man.
That other man two feet away.
How can I want to kissbothFord and Harrison?
I fight the urge to swallow audibly.
Once Harrison stands up straight, I take my cup back and head toward the front door resolutely. I text Liam to let him know we’re on our way. I have yet another text from my motherthat is a picture of a kitten, inexplicably with a herd of elephants. “This is tough, but you’re tougher!” the meme declares.
I know she has no idea what to say to me right now, but I have no clue how to respond to this either. I just send her back a kiss emoji and start driving.
As we pull up to the motel, Liam is standing outside with a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Harrison mutters from the back seat. “He has coffee.”
“He told you they have free continental breakfast here,” Ford says.
“No coffee for us?” Harrison complains as Liam gets in the passenger seat and closes the door.
“Why would I bring you coffee when you’re staying in the Winslow, Arizona, version of the Ritz? You should have had a fancy coffee maker in your room.”
There were no coffee makers in the rooms, a fact Liam knows because I texted him to complain about it this morning. But then I remembered there was an iced coffee in the minibar and that had satisfied my caffeine craving.
Clearly, the bickering is going to continue.
“How was your bagel?” Harrison asks.
“I had a fresh waffle, bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit. It was quite delicious, thank you.”
Harrison grunts. “We’re still standing on the corner,” he says. “I want to take a picture.”
“No.” Liam sips his coffee and sighs in exaggerated delight. “Damn, this is good coffee.”
“Pull over here,” Harrison says, pointing to the town center, where several people are gathered around the Route 66 sign.
I obey, because I slept great and Harrison’s enthusiasm is always contagious. I also realized again this morning I do feel genuinely grateful that the wedding didn’t happen. Brad clearlydidn’t want to marry me and if I’m attracted to both of his friends, I shouldn’t be marrying him either.
“I’ll take the picture,” Ford says, getting out of the car.
Harrison's ability to enjoy himself even when he’s hungover and craving coffee makes me appreciate his zest for life.
Even now, the first thing he does is offer to take a picture for an elderly couple who are standing under the street sign attempting to take a selfie.
“Okay, say rock ‘n roll,” he tells them when he holds up the man’s phone.
“Rock ‘n roll!”