hysterical manic with so many people nearby.
"No harm done. I moved the cake knife, and the DJ needed to be taken down a notch. Thinks he's God's gift, ya know? But I wondered when you were going to tell me what's eating you."
We had barely gotten outside the reception room when it all came spewing forth, words and tears and sobs and snots in an incredibly unattractive mess.
Mel stood there calmly throughout my verbal vomit. She continued to stand there silently for a couple of minutes after I finished, an awkward pause that allowed me to catch my breath but almost made me wish she'd go ahead and say I told you so.
Instead, she looked at me without any emotion at all. "I don't see the problem."
"What? What do you mean you don't see the problem?"
"You finally figured out you love Cabe. Great. You also found out Cabe loves you. Great. And when you made a move to take the friendship to the next level, he went with you without any protest. What's the problem?"
I jerked my head back and looked at her as if she had two heads, neither of which was making sense to me.
"What's the problem? I've been completely oblivious."
"So?"
"So, his sister hates me."
"So?"
"But, but—"
"Tyler, you're in love with your best friend. He's in love with you. You don't need his sister's permission."
"But she said I hurt him and I led him on-"
"Did he say that? Did he in any way whatsoever make you think he was angry with you or felt misled or mistreated?" Mel crossed her arms and arched both eyebrows high above her confident smirk.
"Well, no, but—”
"Then there's not a problem. His sister may have a problem, but you're not in love with his sister. This is between you and Cabe."
"So what do I do? What do I say? It's so awkward. Do I just tell him what Galen said and apologize?" I swiped the back of my hand across my drippy nose, wishing I had a tissue.
"No! Screw her!" Mel scrunched her face up like she’d tasted something nasty. "I wouldn't say anything. He doesn't seem to be upset about it, so why bring it up and cause a problem when there's not one? The past is the past. You guys are moving forward now, and I wouldn't embarrass him or you by getting all I didn't know you liked me like that. Just leave it alone. He's a grown man. If he didn't say anything to you about his feelings, that's on him. Don't cause drama where there isn't any. Come on, it's almost time for cake cutting."
She turned to go and I stared after her amazed. It couldn't be that easy. I couldn't just ignore what Galen told me. I had to confront it.
Or did I?
I mean, after all, I didn't confront it when he asked me to sleep with him the day his divorce was final. I didn't confront it when he landed a big ole smooch on me after I told him I was going back home for Christmas and he thought it was because of my ex-boyfriend.
Was it possible to just let this go, too?
I followed Mel back inside and stood on the perimeter of the room as she went through the motions required for the rest of the event. As an assistant, I normally left weddings right after cake cutting. I wasn't needed once the guests finished eating and settled in for talking and dancing. But I didn't want to go home yet, and I wanted to put off calling Cabe back until I knew what I should do.
"Are you sure I shouldn't say something?" I asked Mel as we walked to our cars around midnight. "I mean, it can't be good to just keep ignoring things and not discuss what's going on. Shouldn't we get it all out on the table?"
"Good Lord, Tyler. You want to freak the man out completely? No guy wants to have the 'let's define the relationship' talk less than a week in. Granted, this isn't exactly a normal just-started-dating situation, but just let it be. When he's ready to talk to you about his feelings, he will. Guys don't like to be pushed into those conversations. Chill. Enjoy his company. Enjoy his kisses. Don't freak over everything."
The whole drive home I flip-flopped back and forth between agreeing