Breaking Down(The Garage Series Book 2)(9)By: Holly Renee
My stomach churned at her words. I looked behind me at Kat while I fingered the small diamond on my necklace. Her beaming smile helped calm the storm inside me. My best friend was getting married tomorrow, and it was the happiest I had ever seen her. No matter what I was feeling, it was the only thing that mattered in that moment.
I smiled back at her and gave her a thumbs up right as the song began playing.
Blake’s cousin, Chelsey, and Cash were the first to walk down the aisle. A few moments after they took off, the wedding coordinator motioned for Blake’s sister, Kasey, and Johnny to follow behind them. Gabe and I stepped up to take our position, and my hands began to tremble.
Gabe bent his arm for me to take without ever looking down at me. I stared up at him for a moment as I slid my hand around his offered arm. His split lip made him look sexier somehow. More rugged. More dangerous. It was as if the danger that was always lurking beneath the surface had somehow managed to start leaking out. His face was stoic. There was no indication of how he was feeling. His gorgeous green eyes that normally shined with laughter and happiness were darker and not just in color. He looked bitter. Hardness replaced the fun-loving Gabe I knew and loved.
I knew he could feel my hand shaking against his skin, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I no longer just felt nervous to be around him. I was upset. I didn’t know who had caused this change in him, but I was furious with them.
I turned my gaze back to the aisle as the wedding coordinator instructed us forward with a wave of her hand. It was driving me crazy thinking about where he had been. Did someone hurt him? I clinched my hands into fists to help extinguish my anger. When my right hand gripped Gabe’s bicep, I felt him turn his gaze to me, but I didn’t dare look at him. The emptiness in his eyes would only spur my anger.
As we made it to the end of the aisle, I swiftly removed my hand from Gabe and stormed to my position next to Kasey. I could feel several pairs of eyes looking at me, but I just stared ahead at my best friend.
I tried to focus on Kat and how happy I was for her, but I couldn’t seem to control the anger that was flowing through my veins.
When Kat made it to Blake, she handed me her bouquet made of ribbons and turned toward her man. I looked toward Blake, but when my gaze crashed with Gabe’s, I couldn’t look away. His eyes were on fire, but I wasn’t sure what fueled that fire. Lust or anger. I had no clue what he had to be angry about. He was the one that caused this chaos.
His jaw was tense and his eyes stared into mine. My gaze didn’t waiver from him. My hands clutched Kat’s bouquet so hard that I could feel my pulse in my fingertips. I was surprised it didn’t rip in two pieces.
We continued to stare at each other until cheering around us startled me out of the trance he seemed to have me in. Kat and Blake were kissing like two teenagers who couldn’t get enough of each other. I joined in the celebration and cheered for my best friend. Kat and Blake headed down the aisle and the rest of us followed behind them. I didn’t hold on to Gabe on the way back down. I couldn’t. I needed space from him.
I immediately ran up to Kat, and we gabbed like two school girls. Although I was letting my bitterness take over, I was truly happy for my best friend. She deserved everything Blake gave her.
The rest of the rehearsal went by smoothly, and I had very little interactions with Gabe. He sat at the opposite end of the room from me at the rehearsal dinner, and I was perfectly fine with that. The more space between us the better.
“Did Gabe say something to you?” Kat whispered into my ear as we sat at the table full of all our friends. “You seemed really upset earlier.”
I smiled at her. “No. He didn’t say anything, and I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Today and tomorrow are all about you.”
She smiled back at me, but she searched my face looking for clues as to how I was really feeling.
“You’re sure?” She scrunched her brow.
I felt suffocated in the suit and tie that I was currently wearing. If I was being honest, I had felt like I couldn’t breathe from the moment I laid eyes on Erica yesterday.
I had almost pulled off the casual attitude, but that shit went out the window as soon as I saw Johnny put one of his filthy fucking hands on her. I could tell she wasn’t interested in him by the way she was looking at me when he was next to her, but it didn’t make it any easier. I had never wanted to rip one of my best friend’s hands off before, but there was no hesitation in my thoughts.