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Chapter no 15

The Ex Vows

โ€œOurย ๏ฌrst foray into teamworkย is off to a bumpy start,โ€ I hiss, cha-cha- ing real smooth as instructed.

Eli slides me a look as he hitch-steps. โ€œDonโ€™t judge our abilities on this.

Remember the ring yesterday?โ€

How could I forget? Iโ€™ve been playing it on an endless loop, minus the ring-savingโ€”how it felt to have his arms around me again, the way his lips nearlyโ€”

โ€œItโ€™s not us,โ€ Eli continues, reaching out to steady me as I stumble. โ€œItโ€™s him.โ€

โ€œAnd then usually I transition right into โ€˜Cotton Eye Joeโ€™ from the โ€˜Cha- Cha Slide,โ€™ โ€ Danny Diamond calls out, adjusting the fedora perched on his head. A sequin leaps poetically from his red vest, landing near the toe of his saddle shoe.

I had a sinking feeling when the address we entered into Google Maps led us to a dilapidated Napa strip mall, but I forced myself not to judge a book by its cover.

Turns out, I should have. Adam and Graceโ€™s potential DJ for the biggest day of their lives bears an uncanny resemblance to the principal fromย Sheโ€™s the Man, a thought thatโ€™s distracted me every second of the thirty-three minutes heโ€™s walked us through โ€œthe experienceโ€โ€”a live demonstration of his typical wedding set, where participation is required.

โ€œI love โ€˜Cotton Eye Joe,โ€™ Danny,โ€ Adamโ€™s voice rings out. โ€œGreat vision there.โ€

I glance at Eliโ€™s phone propped up on a rickety coffee table in the โ€œlobby,โ€ which is the table squeezed between two sagging, puke-green couches on the other side of the room.

We dialed in Adam and Grace when we got here and since then Iโ€™ve watched as Adam has moved through the five stages of grief. Grace dipped while Danny was in the middle of explaining why โ€œThe Chicken Danceโ€ is

still relevant, claiming nausea (same), but Adamโ€™s been with us for the entire debacle.

That fifth stage of grief? Trolling.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Eli roll his. Iโ€™m almost certain Adamโ€™s never even heard that song; he doesnโ€™t acknowledge nineties pop music.

Eli nods his chin toward the phone. โ€œItโ€™s intervention time. Weโ€™ve got three minutes before he loses it.โ€

The first notes of โ€œCotton Eye Joeโ€ hit like the beginnings of food poisoning, as a rumble in my gut. I hold a finger up toward Danny. โ€œWe need a quick intermission to chat with the groom. Be back in a sec.โ€

He throws me a dazzling smile. โ€œNo problem, Iโ€™ll keep the music pumping.โ€

Thanks to my enthusiastic participation, Iโ€™ve managed to do what I couldnโ€™t with Margot: capture Danny Diamondโ€™s undying adoration. Unfortunately, itโ€™s useless to me.

I drag Eli off the scuffed dance floor and over to Adam. We crouch down, scooching closer to fit onscreen, which puts Eliโ€™s thigh against mine from knee to hip. A waft of his pheromone-laced, spicy scent drifts right up my nose. It might as well be going straight into my veins; my mind goes blank, caught up in an Eli Mora sensorial storm.

Iโ€™ve tried my damnedest to forget what happened yesterday, but every time Eli gets within six feet of me, itโ€™s like weโ€™re back in that kitchen. Iโ€™m hearing the tortured breath he let out when he pulled me tight to his body, feeling the raging beat of his heart, hearing him tell me to pull away, because he couldnโ€™t.

Maybe it was all muscle memory and nostalgia, but certain parts of me arenโ€™t getting the message.

โ€œHey, bud.โ€ Eliโ€™s greeting to Adam is low. It rumbles through me, shaking me out of my haze.

โ€œUh, yeah, what the fuck?โ€ Adam hisses back. โ€œAre we seriously getting stuck with the โ€˜Chicken Danceโ€™ man?โ€

I grimace. โ€œThereโ€™s no one else?โ€

โ€œNot within a mile of our budget.โ€ He runs a hand over his face, groaning. โ€œIย amย cursed. This is karma for stealing that car senior year.โ€

โ€œWasnโ€™t that an accident?โ€ I ask.

โ€œYes!โ€ he exclaims, throwing up his hands. โ€œDoesnโ€™t mean it isnโ€™t the reason for my curse.โ€

Eli leans in. โ€œAdam, youโ€™ve done so many more curse-worthy things in your life.โ€

โ€œBetween the two of us, we could come up with a much stronger list,โ€ I agree.

He raises an eyebrow at me. โ€œTen things, at least.โ€

โ€œTwenty, probably,โ€ I muse, sliding him a look. โ€œStarting with theโ€”โ€

โ€œTheย thing, right,โ€ Eli catches on immediately, dipping his chin as a tiny, conspiratorial grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. Weโ€™ve teased Adam like this a hundred times since we broke up. But this is the first time in over five years itโ€™s felt natural, not like a performance.

It should scare meโ€”and it does. But it also feeds something Iโ€™ve shut away for so long.

โ€œWhat would you put that one at, curse-worthy wise?โ€ he asks, shifting on the balls of his feet. His knee presses more firmly against mine and I let it.

โ€œHas to be number one.โ€

โ€œReally? I was going to say three, because of theย otherย thingโ€”โ€

I let out a low whistle, glancing at Adam, whoโ€™s watching us with his arms crossed, his expression bemused. โ€œI forgot about that. Extremely curse-worthy. Definitely number-one material.โ€

โ€œGood thing you have us to keep you honest, Kiz,โ€ Eli says. โ€œAccidental grand theft auto doesnโ€™t evenโ€”โ€

โ€œOkay, you dickheads,โ€ Adam says, laughter finally breaking free. โ€œInstead of doing your banter-attack thing, why donโ€™t you take care of me emotionally? Save the roasts for your best people speech.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not going to roast you,โ€ I assure him, picturing the handwritten speech I completed weeks ago. โ€œItโ€™s the perfect mix of charming and touching, actually. Which is exactly what the rest of your wedding will be.โ€

โ€œYeah, and itโ€™s going to be musically backed by the fucking โ€˜Hokey Pokey,โ€™ โ€ Adam says, but his mouth twists into an easier smile. Weโ€™re turning a corner.

Eli leans in to close the sale. โ€œListen, youโ€™re not getting anything out of watching this. Georgia and I will take care of the rest of the appointment. Go hang out with your wife.โ€

Adam wags a finger. โ€œNot my wife yet.โ€

โ€œIn five days, though,โ€ Eli says, and his voice drops into a sweet, cajoling timbre that whispers across the back of my neck. โ€œAnd itโ€™s going to be awesome, I promise.โ€

Adam sighs. โ€œRight. I need to focus on that.โ€

โ€œYes, and weโ€™ll focus on this. We wonโ€™t walk out of here without a plan, okay?โ€ Eli holds a fist up to the screen. Adam does, too, with a smile thatโ€™s less anxious than it was two minutes ago.

His eyes dart to me and I nod, tucking away every trace of my doubt. โ€œWeโ€™ve got this.โ€

โ€œLove you, squad, thanks for always having my back.โ€ On a dime, his fond smile turns into a smirk. โ€œGeorge, donโ€™t end up on any tables if he plays Lil Wayne, okay?โ€

I let out an indignant gasp as Eliโ€™s shoulder shakes against mine. โ€œThat happenedย oneย timeโ€”โ€

The call ends.

โ€œLittle asshole,โ€ I mutter.

โ€œI mean,ย Iย wonโ€™t stop you,โ€ Eli says, โ€œif thatโ€™s where the music takes you.โ€

When I glance at him, he runs a hand over his mouth, wiping away a smug grin.

โ€œThe music willย notย take me.โ€

What a great night it was. The weekend before we left for New York, Eli, Adam, Graceโ€”his new girlfriend at the timeโ€”and I went out in the city to celebrate our transition into adulthood. I was buzzing from vodka sodas, adrenaline, and the thrill of a future that seemed endless. Naturally, I climbed onto the table to dance, and Eli watched from below, a mix of amusement and desire in his eyes. He made good on that later when he carried me into the hotel room weโ€™d splurged on, laughing and playful, peeling off my clothes while telling me he loved me and how happy he was, how wonderful our life would be.

Our eyes meet, and my heart races. We both look away at the same moment.

Eli clears his throat as we stand. โ€œThat joke was a good sign. He seemed calmer.โ€

โ€œThat makes one of us.โ€ When Eli raises an eyebrow, I discreetly gesture to our surroundings. โ€œThis is a disaster, and there arenโ€™t any other options. He and Grace have trusted us to get everything sorted, and so far the only thing on track is the renovation work.โ€

โ€œHey,โ€ he says, stepping closer with a frown. โ€œWeโ€™re in this together now, right? Weโ€™ve got five days left. We can make it work.โ€

I swallow hard, feeling the anxiety rising in my throat. โ€œAnd what if it doesnโ€™t?โ€

His gaze searches my face, something protective flickering in his eyes. โ€œWhy donโ€™t weโ€”โ€

A loud clap echoes through the room, making both of us jump. I exhale, forcing myself to pull back from the panic creeping in.

โ€œReady to go again?โ€ Danny asks, his tone hopeful. โ€œAbsolutely,โ€ I reply, putting on a bright smile.

โ€œPerfect! I like to keep things upbeat because the only acceptable Danny Diamond dance floor is a packed one.โ€ He grins. โ€œBut I also like to mix in a slow jam every now and then. Letโ€™s see what we can find.โ€

โ€œOh, uhโ€ฆโ€ The last thing in this world I need is to be pressed up against Eli while some love song plays. โ€œI think we understand how that works. Actuallyโ€”โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s great,โ€ Eli speaks up, walking back to the dance floor. He turns to me as the overhead light dims, holding out a hand, his gaze intent.ย Get over here, is the message.

I go.

The music starts as I step into the cradle of his body. Itโ€™s an old Norah Jones song, but still shockingly modern compared to anything else Dannyโ€™s played. I wrap one arm around Eliโ€™s neck, letting him take my right hand in his. It feels like that hug yesterday, but with intention.

I know exactly what Iโ€™m doing and Iโ€™m doing it anyway, because Eli asked me to.

The cutout in my pale blue summer dress is suddenly a liability. Itโ€™s at my lower back, exactly where Eli lays his hand, and itโ€™s like being electrocuted, like being liquefied from the inside out. Iโ€™m barely human, just a wildly beating heart and spiraling attraction.

โ€œWhy are we doing this?โ€ I croak out.

It takes him a beat to respond. โ€œBecause weโ€™re rallying right now. Weโ€™re going to come up with an idea and when this song is over, weโ€™re going to pitch it to Danny and get the fuck outta here, then drink an entire bottle of wine in celebration.โ€

I manage a laugh, my mouth nearly at his neck. His skin turns textured right there, tiny hairs standing on end, and I huff out another breath to watch it happen again. โ€œAll right, letโ€™s rally. Before Danny interrupted us, you said, โ€˜Why donโ€™t weโ€ฆโ€™ โ€

โ€œIโ€”โ€ He pauses. His fingers graze up my spine, then still, remembering we donโ€™t do that anymore. โ€œNo idea. I think I was about to say something terrible so you could riff off it with something genius.โ€

I squeeze my eyes shut. โ€œYou overestimate me.โ€ โ€œYou underestimate yourself.โ€

The compliment does its job, as he probably intended. My brain kicks into fix-it mode, writing out options, crossing each one out as I get to them.

But thenโ€” โ€œA list.โ€

โ€œA list,โ€ he repeats, a low murmur across my cheek.

โ€œWeโ€™ll give him a list of songs he can play, and tell him he canโ€™t deviate from it. Weโ€™ll pay him extra for it if we have to. Adam has about five hundred Spotify playlists we can pilfer from to make sure itโ€™s what he wants.โ€

Eli pulls back, a smile blooming. โ€œSee? Genius.โ€ โ€œIt could work, right?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s our best shot by far. We have nothing to lose except โ€˜Cotton Eye Joe.โ€™ โ€

I start to extricate myself. โ€œGreat, letโ€™sโ€”โ€

โ€œFinish the song.โ€ Eliโ€™s palm is warm pressure at the small of my back, and it brings a flash of memory with itโ€”his hand right there, pressing me down onto our bed. โ€œI donโ€™t want to insult his โ€˜experienceโ€™ before we ask for a deviation from it.โ€

โ€œSure,โ€ I whisper. โ€œOkay.โ€

We keep dancing. It feels incredible. Like torture. I finesse it in my mind until I can rationalize why we donโ€™t have to stop: this is teamwork. Our new dynamic is an inarguable improvement from what weโ€™ve been doing the last five years. If I can live in this space without slipping further into one that might hurt me, this week will be a success.

Itโ€™s just that Iโ€™ve only ever fully fallen into things with him: friendship, love, turning him into a stranger. I have to be careful to keep myself right hereโ€”in his arms, fine, but only for this moment.

When the song is over, I nearly fling myself out of Eliโ€™s hold. My hip catches on his still-curled fingers, and he looks at me, dazed.

โ€œDanny,โ€ I say, unable to tear my gaze away from Eliโ€™s for one second, then another. Finally, his expression clears, and he nods, a silentย the floor is yours.

I turn to Danny, hands clasped in front of me. โ€œWeโ€™d like to make you a deal.โ€

 

 

Iโ€™m curled up in bed,ย my pillow person at my back, mindlessly scrolling on my phone.

I canโ€™t sleep. I got close earlier when Eli was in the pool and the sound of his measured strokes lulled me into a sort of trance.

But itโ€™s silent now, well after midnight, and my brain is on an acid trip of thought patterns. Everything is either Eli-shapedโ€”familiar and heated and somehow also completely differentโ€”or disaster-shapedโ€”a list of the things that refuse to get checked off.

Danny Diamond wasnโ€™t too keen on our idea.

โ€œNow, Georgia, I like you, but Iโ€™ve been doing this for nearly thirty years. I know what works and what doesnโ€™t.โ€ His mouth pulled into a disappointed line. โ€œYou can take me or leave me, and by the sounds of this request, youโ€™re going to have to leave me.โ€

It was my idea, and my fault he rejected us. It doesnโ€™t matter that we wouldnโ€™t have been able to hire him otherwise. All I can see is another thing thatโ€™s gone wrong.

I toggle back to my text messages with Jamie. Sheโ€™s been checking in every day and Iโ€™ve been responding, but tonight she wrote,ย Okay, your text messages are a) too bubbly and b) way too infrequent. Is everything good up there??

My response was a paragraph just to prove her wrong, but the message boiled down to the same as all the others. I canโ€™t tell her that the curse is alive and well:ย Everything is good. Weโ€™re making progress! Miss you, canโ€™t wait to see you Friday. Xo

I didnโ€™t hear from her after that, so I assume the text did its job.

I close my eyes, manifesting a lobotomy, a win. Some sign that everything is going to be okay, that things will at some point turn the corner from mindfuck to the way I need my life to be: compartmentalized and controlled.

What feels like seconds later, I wake with a start. Was thatโ€”?

Yes, a knock at my window. The ceiling swirls above me while I figure out what year Iโ€™m in, if Iโ€™m sixteen-year-old Georgia and Iโ€™m going to sit up and find sixteen-year-old Eli at my window, beckoning me outside like he used to.

I sit up, my eyes flying to the window. Thereย isย someone there, covered in white. A ghost.

My mouth opens to scream.

โ€œGeorgia,โ€ the ghost says, exasperated.

But itโ€™s not a ghost. Itโ€™s twenty-eight-year-old Eli, asking me to let him

in.

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