Annette watched as newlyweds, Ronan and Braelynn, made their way to the front of the room. Annette knew her best friend had finally found her happiness. One day, she’d find that kind of happiness of her own. Until then, she’d continue to surf on the ocean of men. Plucking one out every now and then. She just hadn’t found a man she’d actually commit to.
Ronan pulled Braelynn’s garter off with his teeth and flicked it behind him into the group of single men. His best man, Greyson, caught the garter and cheers erupted. Knowing the bouquet toss would be next, Annette made her way toward the center of the room. Suddenly, she was bumped from the side causing her to lose balance for a moment.
“Sorry,” Annette said grabbing on to the closest arm beside her.
“No worries. Everyone gets in an uproar at this part of a wedding reception.” The top of the woman’s head was just over Annette’s shoulder.
“I wasn’t,” Annette began but was caught in the rush of single women heading to the center.
Looking back, Annette searched for the woman. Short white hair caught Annette’s eyes as the woman weaved through the crowd of onlookers. The woman seemed familiar. She racked her brain as she made her way to the front of the group, where Braelynn told her to stand. The woman smiled at her. With a nod Annette hoped to convey her apology for being rude and rushing off.
“Alright ladies. It’s that time.” Ronan called out and more women joined the group.
Crossing her fingers, Annette hoped she wasn’t going to have to fight anyone over the bouquet. Braelynn glanced at her then turned back around, tossing the bouquet into the air. Instead of soaring to the center of the crowd, it hit the ceiling beam causing it to drop straight down to Annette. She jumped up stretching out her arm. She grabbed hold of the bouquet just as two more sets of hands came her way. They missed their mark. A few mumbled curses and some congratulations, then the crowd dispersed.
“Great catch,” the woman said walking up to her. “I’m Gerri Wilder.”
“You’re the one that hooked Braelynn up with Ronan. I thought I recognized you,” she said.
“That’s right. I could do the same for you, too,” Gerri offered.
Looking at Braelynn and Ronan, she watched as they shared a few kisses while dancing. Remembering the way Braelynn described flying with Ronan geared her into a decision.
“I’ll take one like Ronan. Hell, I’ll take two,” she claimed with a smiled.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Gerri warned her.
“I wish for two sexy men to sweep me off my feet.” Of course, she didn’t really expect two men, but the thought of being with two had always turned her on.
For the next half hour, she sat with Gerri talking like they hadn’t seen each other in years. Gerri asked a bunch of random questions. At least they seemed random to her but Gerri assured her it was to help find the perfect match. Gerri gave her a hug before she left the party. Annette spotted BJ sitting alone, and decided to keep her company.
“You two seemed cozy,” BJ stated, nodding towards Gerri as she left.
“Does this mean you changed your mind?” Braelynn came over to the table.
“It means I’ll give it a try.” She looked up at Braelynn, who was grinning from ear to ear.
“You’re going to be glad you did. I’m telling you, that woman can work magic on your love life.”
“My love life is fine. It’s finding someone I don’t want to strangle after a week that’s the problem.”
“That’s still your love life.” Braelynn laughed.
“Fine! Yes, my love life could use a little help then,” she admitted. Jules came to the table with a plate of cake, and sat down beside her.
“What’d I miss?” Jules said forking a piece of cake in her mouth.
“Annette’s struggling love life.” BJ laughed.
“Hey,” Annette stuck her tongue out at BJ. “It’s not that bad.”
“How many men have you gone through in the last six months?” Braelynn asked, putting her hand on her hip.
“Not as many as you, but that’s beside the point.”
“Sounds like that is the point.” Jules pointed her fork at Annette.
“I can’t help it. Guys are aggravating. Here lately, they’re all selfish ass nuggets. It’s always how I can please them. Then get mad when I call them out on it,” she explained.
“You can’t be hot and cold. Guys don’t know what to do with women like that. I bet whoever Gerri finds will be perfect,” Braelynn said, twisting in her seat. “I mean, look who she found for me.”
“Thinking of me, beautiful.” Ronan came over with his hands loaded with wine glasses. “Ladies,” he offered each of them a glass.
“I’m always thinking of you,” Braelynn smiled up at him. “Everything will be fine,” she assured Annette as Ronan bent down to kiss his wife.
“We’ll see.” Annette hoped to hear from Gerri soon. She followed BJ and Jules onto the dance floor, leaving Braelynn and Ronan to their newly wedded bliss.