“She’s become really good friends with Donna now. The two are inseparable.”
“Have you seen him lately?”
“No, there is no need for me to hang out there anymore.”
Holly grabbed Josie around the neck. “I’ve missed you guys so much.”
“Me, too. I was really looking forward to becoming your cousin, but I’m glad you ditched his ass, Holls. Bernie was right. He would have only fucked you and your life up.”
All Holly could muster was a sad look.
“You don’t still feel something for him, do you?”
“I don’t know what I feel. A part of me feels as if I’m never going to trust anyone else, or fall in love again.”
“Holls, you are one gorgeous girl. I’m sure Mr. Right is just around the corner.”
“You know something I don’t?” Holly asked. Josie sounded so sure of herself.
“No, but I’ve got to warn you. If Bernie’s regular gang is up here, you will meet a distraction soon.”
George shook his head. “Are you talking about Jake again?”
“You’re darn right I am.” They both laughed as she made a face.
“Who’s Jake?” Holly asked with a huge grin on her face now, all thanks to Josie and George.
“Every girl’s dream, and every guy’s worst nightmare,” George bantered jokingly.
“He’s not that bad.” Josie looked at her husband with narrowed eyes.
“And how can you not remember him, Holls?”
“I don’t know anyone named Jake.”
“He was at Bernie’s birthday party. You didn’t see the heart-throb there?”
Holly rolled her eyes. “No.”
“I’m sure he even spoke to you.”
“I would remember if a heart-throb spoke to me, trust me. I didn’t see him.”
“He definitely spoke to you. You even said something back to him over your shoulder. This is a perfect example of one of the reasons why I’m glad my cousin fucked up, Holls. You never saw the beauty in this world when you were with him.”
“I wasn’t like that.”
George opened his eyes wide and let out a small huff.
“You agree with her?” Holly laughed.
“You did speak to him, Holls,” George insisted, “I saw it, too.”
“I honestly don’t remember.”
“My point exactly. Not to worry, you will see him today.” Josie had a twinkle in her eyes.
Holly just laughed. “Save his poor soul. My aunt always said that a beautiful man is everyone’s man.”
“There are exceptions,” Josie disagreed.
“I’m still waiting to meet one of those,” Holly spoke softly, but Josie heard.
She put her hand on Holly’s knee. “You’re going to meet someone again, Holls, we always do.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Drink your martini and shut up, George.”
The girls laughed, while George grumbled something undistinguishable under his breath.
Holly visited with the happy couple until about five o’clock. When their friends, with whom Holly wasn’t familiar, started to pull up in their twin cabs and RVs, Holly decided that it was time to go back to Bernie’s campsite.
With each step Holly took, her heart thumped faster. She was nervous to meet the heart-throb Josie and George had spoken of. Both were beautiful people, inside and out, and in all the time Holly had known Josie, she’d never heard the words heart-throb exit her mouth.
They used to play ‘hot or not’ on Saturday’s when Josie, Bernie, and Bridge went with Holly for coffee at Madley’s. Holly hated that game; she’d always felt like she was cheating on Brandon by participating. Bernie always ended up with about forty hot guys, while Bridge and Josie made fun of her choices. Josie would end up with one and he would always be jaw-dropping gorgeous. So, yes, she was really weary to finally meet this heart-throb she had apparently already met.
As per Josie’s offer to walk Holly back to Bernie’s site so she wouldn’t have to make the trek alone, they walked past the showers while Josie yapped away about the past three months, and what she had been up to since the wedding. Holly