Collide (Collide, #1)(115)
Emily shook her head and cleared her throat. “No, I’m okay right now.” She tucked her lipstick into her purse. “Is Olivia here yet?”
“She just texted me, saying she’d be here in two minutes,” she responded, handing Emily her purse. She walked into one of the stalls. “She had to stop off somewhere after the church.”
“Where did Trevor go?” Emily asked, placing their purses on the counter.
“When we got here, he realized he didn’t have any cash on him,” she called out. “He ran up to an ATM.”
Drawing in a deep breath, Emily flipped on the water and started washing her hands. It was then that Olivia popped into the restroom.
“Hey,” she chirped, pulling her scarf from her neck.
“Where did you have to go?” Emily probed and reached for a paper towel.
She plopped her belongings onto the counter and studied her reflection in the mirror. She glanced at Emily. “I…uh, had to get cash.”
“Why does everyone think they need cash while they’re here?” Emily asked, quirking a brow. “Everything’s paid for tonight.”
“To tip the servers.” Olivia shrugged. “You, out of all people, should know that.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess I should,” she answered absently, her voice trailing off.
“Your head’s not where it should be. I get it.”
Emily gave her a questioning look.
“I know Dickhead hasn’t noticed your act lately since he’s been consumed with working late again, but I have.” Emily started to speak, but Olivia continued. “I have to admit that I think it’s bullshit that he’s been working late. But, hey, you seem to believe him, so I guess that’s all that counts, right?”
Emily let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh God, please don’t start with me about this again, Liv.” She plucked her purse from the counter. “Not now. I can’t, and I won’t.”
“I’m just trying to make sense of all of this, Emily.” Gently grabbing her by the elbow, Olivia effectively stopped her from walking out. With tears welling in her eyes, Emily looked at her. “You’re in love with somebody else—yet, you’re marrying another man. Stop. Take a step back. Honestly, just stop and think about what you’re about to do.”
Emily stood mute and stared at her.
Biting her lip and noticeably uncomfortable, Fallon stepped out from the stall and started washing her hands. She quickly dried them and reached for her purse. “I’m just gonna leave you two alone,” she said, walking to the door. Olivia nodded. “I’ll see you guys inside.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Olivia whispered, looking back to Emily after Fallon walked out. “Even if you don’t believe Gavin, you don’t have to marry Dillon.”
“I love Dillon,” she answered, looking down, her tone low.
Taking her chin in her hand, Olivia lifted her face. “I have no doubt in my mind that you love him, Emily, but you’re no longer in love with him and to think that you can make yourself fall back in love with him is completely delusional, friend.”
Emily swiped a tear off her cheek. “I can fall back in love with him.” She stared at Olivia for a long moment and then made her way over to the door. Turning around, she sniffled and shook her head. “I’m marrying him tomorrow, Olivia. You can support me or not—and I hope to God you can—but I’m doing it.”
With that, Emily swung the door open. Before her mind could even begin to compute the conversation that’d just taken place, her eyes locked on icy blues—those mesmerizing icy blues that caused her unimaginable heartbreak, confusion, and her now rapid breathing. Frozen. Literally feeling frozen to her spot, Emily couldn’t move as she stared at Gavin from across the lobby of the restaurant. He looked more disheveled than she could’ve ever imagined, but it didn’t stop her body from reacting to his sensually beautiful face—that breathtakingly pained face staring back at her. Almost instantly, she felt her heart drumming within her chest, felt the tiny beads of sweat crawl across every pore on her skin, and felt every hair on her body stand on end. Although guests from several different parties floated across the lobby, their eyes never unlocked from one another. With his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, Emily’s breath hitched in the back of her throat as he began to make his way toward her. She faintly registered the sound of the restroom door closing behind her when Olivia emerged.
“You have to talk to him,” Olivia said, placing a hand on her back.
Before Emily could protest, Gavin was standing right in front of her. With the smell of his cologne tickling her nose and his eyes intent on her, she was sure she was going to pass out.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered, stepping closer. And, God, she did. Her wavy auburn hair falling over a white button-up blouse paired with a short red skirt and black knee-high leather boots had Gavin fighting for control. He was a fool to think he could’ve stayed away after what Olivia had told him, so this was his last ditch effort to get her back.
Swallowing hard, Emily stepped away from him, her back pressing against Olivia’s chest. “Why are you here?” she breathed out. She nervously tore her gaze from his, looking around for Dillon. “You have to leave.”
A sad smile tipped the corner of Gavin’s mouth, his voice low. “Well, I am in the wedding party. But I think it’s apparent why I’m really here.” He stepped closer. It was then that Emily could smell the liquor on his breath. “And, no, doll, I’m not leaving until we talk. Do you understand me?”