“You’re going to be waiting a while. I don’t think today will work.”
“Don’t worry about it; I have the entire day.”
“If you insist,” I said, fully expecting him to leave after he ate.
I almost envied him for not having to work as much as I did. But that wasn’t always the case. Being a tech mogul, his office was anywhere he wanted it to be.
Parker sat down at the corner booth and pulled out his phone. I went back into the kitchen and got to work.
Hours later, Parker still sat in his booth. He didn’t appear bored or even put out. I sort of felt bad; I was his best man after all.
I had been so busy I didn’t even
ask him what he needed my help with.
“Parker,” I called from the kitchen.
He looked up.
I waved him over. “Can you help clean up? We’ll be able to leave quicker if I get an extra set of hands. It’s not like you’re doing much.”
“I could use a break from running a billion dollar empire,” he said with a wink.
All of the customers had cleared out for the day. On Friday nights, Tony cleaned the grease trap so I was on dining room duty with Parker.
Parker cleaned the tables while I swept the fallen food and dust under them.
“Have you heard from Rachel today?” I asked without looking up.
“Not yet.”
I scoffed.
“Is there something you want to say, Sienna?”
I stopped sweeping and leaned the broom against the table. “Actually, there is.”
“I’m all ears.”
“Parker, are you sure this is what you want?”
“Of course it is. Why would you ask that?”
“For one, she went on vacation during her wedding planning. Don’t you find that a little strange? I understand you’re paying for everything, but doesn’t she want to be involved in her own wedding day?”
“It’s not strange; she wanted to hang out with her friend. That’s not a crime.”
“It doesn’t seem like she cares about this wedding, or you, for that matter.”
“Sienna, if she didn’t care about me, why would she marry me?”
“Because she’s a—” I wanted to say gold-digger, but my mouth wouldn’t form the words.
Parker stood there, his eyes darkened and I knew I was going to cross a line if I told him how I really felt about Rachel.
I wasn’t going to be “that girl,” so I just shook my head and dropped it.
“What were you going to say?” he persisted.