Page 28 of Shameless

“See, not that big of a deal.”

“We can’t,” she expressed.

“Are you chicken?” I challenged.

“No, but those people don’t know us.”

“Hence the crashing part.” I took another bite of my burrito.

Sarah stuck a tortilla chip into her mouth. As she chewed, she stared at me as though she were mulling over my proposal. “We don’t even have appropriate clothes.”

I looked behind me and then back at her. “It’s a beach wedding. Put your dress back on and we’re good.”

“It’s not a dress. It’s a cover-up.”

“Same thing.”

“You are seriously crazy. You know that, Blake Montgomery?”

“Just trying to make our lives less boring. You’re the one who said it’s important to do something new to keep some spark alive or something.”

“I didn’t mean to crash a wedding.” She snickered.

“All right. We don’t have to do it.”

She took another bite and then said, “Nah. Now we gotta do it.”

* * *

Just as wewere gathering our stuff to head inside the hotel to freshen up, the guy from the tour company reappeared.

“Señor, are you ready to depart?”

“We … ah. We’re gonna stay,” I replied.

The man blinked. “Stay? I don’t understand.”

“We’ll find a ride back to our resort. Thank you for everything.”

“You cannot stay. I must take you back.”

Sarah’s green eyes widened, and she shrugged.

Once I got an idea into my head, I went full speed ahead. I’d talked Sarah into crashing the wedding and now this dude was going to fuck it up. It was our last day together before we went our separate ways. I wanted to make the most of it because I didn’t know when or if I’d ever see her again. Sure, we’d talked about me going to Vegas once she received the bottles of Mezcal, but what if she was dating someone by then? Or what if I was busy with work and couldn’t find the time? There were so many what-ifs and I didn’t want some tour company to tell me what I could or couldn’t do.

“It’s cool, man. Your job here is done.”

He started speaking in Spanish and I had no idea what he was saying. Finally, he said, “You wait here. Un momento.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

He walked off to the side and got on his phone.

“It’s okay. We can just go back,” Sarah said.

“No.” I shook my head. “He shouldn’t be able to tell us we have to leave.”

“I’m sure it’s some liability issue.”