Chapters (38)
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- Copyright
- Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Epilogue
- Excerpt - Bridesmaid for Hire
- More Books by Meghan
“Uh, I did,” Wilder says. “I think I forgot to tell Scottie.”
“Ah, well, Scottie, send a quick text to your loved ones about where you are for the next eight days in case they need to get in contact with you. We have a pay phone that is available for emergency calls, but it’s monitored, so you’re not allowed to spend an exorbitant amount of time in there.”
A pay phone? Did we just road-trip back to the nineties?
“Okay,” I say, feeling like I’m losing a limb. I type out a text to everyone and then remember what Wilder said to me in the car. “Does Mika know how to get in contact with you?”
Wilder nods. “I talked to him this morning about it. He has all the information he needs if he has to get in touch with me. Thanks,” he says softly.
Feeling better about that, I send out a quick text, and then both of us turn our phones off, only to hand them to Sanders, who pockets them.
“Wonderful.” He clasps his hands together. “You will get these when we’re done with camp. Now, head on over to your coloring station by the far end of the dining area. You’ll have about twenty minutes to color your golf ball. We want to see you color it in a way that represents the love you share for each other.”
Okay…
“Sure thing,” Wilder says like a doof as he places his hand on my back, and then together, we head over to two wingback chairs that are placed side by side with a small coffee table in front of them. We are far enough away from the other couples that I feel comfortable whispering to him with no one lending an ear to listen in.
“Color our love? How does one do that?” I ask.
“Well, there are many possibilities,” he replies while he takes the ball from me. “For instance, we could interpret the assignment as a love timeline displayed in color.”
Interpret the assignment? Why do I feel like he’s way more into this than me?
“We can use a color for each line, telling a story of how we’ve moved about over the last few years, ranging from hot to cold. Love to anger.”
Huh, that’s actually a pretty good idea.
“Right, I forgot that you’re an art major.”
“Or we can use symbols, but that might be more labor intensive as we attempt to find symbols that could represent a marriage despite not knowing much about our marriage. A story timeline using color symbolization could really tell the story Sanders is looking for. But if you’re into the symbols, we can do those too.”
“Uh, I think the color timeline thing would be best.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“Okay, um, what colors do we need?” I ask as I glance down at all the colors available for us to use.