Chapter 33: Clued In
Despite her promise to Hank, Bree couldn’t stomach attending the breakfast Monica had organized
Thursday morning. Instead, she was back on the beach. She had a lot to think about. Tomorrow night
was the rehearsal, and then on Saturday, at 2:00, Trent would be a married man--unless Bree could
figure out a way to speak the truth about how she felt about him in a way that made him realize he
would rather be with her than Monica.
He still had feelings for her. Not only could Bree see it in his eyes, she could see it in Monica’s. If Trent
didn’t like her at all, what was Monica so afraid of? When the bride had seen the two of them chatting
the night before, she’d flown over there and insisted hee back inside. Bree had felt so sorry for
him, watching him sit there, pretending to care about what Monica and her friends were talking about. It
was like he was already strapped to the old ball and chain.
And he hadn’t ever even asked her to marry him. Why would she do that? Was she so desperate to
sink her hooks into him that she couldn’t just give him the time he needed to know for sure that he
wanted to propose to her? It was all so… odd, to say the least.
She’d been sitting there in the shade of therge rocks for a couple of hours when she saw Hank
walking toward her. He was wearing his swim trunks, and she could tell by the way he was walking he
wasn’t particrly happy with her, though he didn’t lookpletely pissed either.
He dropped down beside her on the sand, arms resting on his knees, staring out at the ocean.
Eventually, she felt the urge to say, “I’m sorry. I just… couldn’t.”
“I get it,” he said. “You should’ve sent me a text, though.”
“You’re right. I should have. How was it?”
“Okay. They all went to some go-kart ce. I told them I was too big for that, meaning tall, and wide,
and they let me out of it.”
“Good.” She rubbed him on the shoulder. “Hank, what’s going on? What is it that makes you not want
to be around them?”
He shrugged. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I understand.” She didn’t want to press him, as much as she wanted to know the answer to her
question. “Did you know that Trent never asked Monica to marry him?”
The nod came so quickly, she was surprised. “I know.”
“Trent told you?”
“No, Mon did. She said she didn’t think he’d ever get around to asking. She had to take matters into her
own hands.”
There was something familiar about the way he said that nickname--Mon--but Bree couldn’t quite ce
it. “I didn’t realize the two of you were that close.”
Again, his answer began with a shrug. “Did Trent tell you?”
“Yeah,st night. Right before she ordered him back inside.”
He snickered. “You’re a threat, Bree. She sees that.”
“A threat? A real threat? You can’t mean that. She can’t honestly think that he would call this all off to
be with me.”
“I don’t think she would expect him to do that, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t think about what it
would be like to be married to a man who is meant to be married to someone else.”
The use of her song title didn’t escape her. “Hank, that’s not how it is.”
“She doesn’t know that.” He looked at her for the first time. “Neither does Trent. Bree, I think you’re
here for a reason. I think you’re here because your song is right. Are you going to sit on your hands
and let this happen, or are you going to do something about it?”
“You can’t be serious, Hank!” She felt frustration boiling up inside of her. “Are you implying you think I
should actually try to get Trent to call off the wedding? He’s your best friend. Don’t you want to see him
happy?”
“Yeah, I do want to see him happy. Thus, my point in saying I think you should say something before
it’s toote. He might be happy with her, but he won’t be nearly as happy with her as he would be with
you.” With that, Hank got up off of the beach and headed out to the surf.
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Bree watched him go, her mouth agape, trying to justify why he was wrong, but if there was even the
faintest chance Hank was right, then, didn’t Bree have to do something?