She woke up the next morning from a cramp in her neck. Her
alarm clock had not gone off and she was about 45 minutes late. She threw on
some clothes and ran out the door without even getting in a shower. For the next
four hours she felt frazzled and disgusting. Once all of her classes were
finally over she was so desperate for a shower that she went home for a quick
one before
her meeting with Devlin.
When she rushed into Devlin's office after breaking every
traffic law in existence to get there on time his secretary gave her a confused
look and said, "Didn't you get the message we sent?"
"What message?" Sydney asked.
"Something came up the required Mr. Devlin's
immediate attention, so your debriefing has been rescheduled for next
Tuesday," she explained.
The good news in that was that she was on schedule for the
first time that day. She stopped at the ladies room for a moment to regain
herself. As she was splashing some water on her face her purse toppled over
spilling the contents onto the floor. She sighed and began picking them up when
a stall door swung open, hitting her in the head.
"Ouch! Damn it!" She swore in exasperation, and
looked up to glare at whoever had opened the door.
Dr. Barnett smiled widely at her, "Sydney, hello."
'Oh great! This is just what I need!' she thought to herself
before responding, "Hello, Dr. Barnett. How are you?"
"I'm good, and how are you?" Barnett answered
following Sydney back over to the sinks.
"Very well, thank you," Sydney responded tensely.
"You seem stressed," She commented, looking at
Sydney questioningly. Sydney fought the urge to tell her to mind her own
freaking business. 'She's just doing her job Syd. Give the woman a break!'
"I'm fine, doctor. Just running a little late
today," She said.
"Hmm.......well if you ever need to talk about anything
my door is always open," Dr. Barnett said.
"I'll keep that in mind," Sydney muttered
sarcastically as she walked out the door.
The rest of the day involved battling traffic while picking
up her outfit for the rehearsal dinner that night, dropping off invitations at
the post office, and buying the groceries she promised Francie she would. She
got done with the groceries shopping at about dusk.
"That's an awful lot to eat for a little thing like
you," a man commented from behind her in the parking lot.
Sydney whirled around to rip into whoever said that, but was
stopped by a familiar laugh, "You should have seen your face."
"Don't start, I'm not in the mood," She warned.
"Bad day?" He asked.
"The worst," She said.
"Aww poor Syd," He said as helped her load the bags
into the trunk of her car. Once all the bags were in he slammed the trunk shut
and sat down on it, whipping sweat from his forehead, "God it's hot today!
Aren't you hot in that?"
She looked down at her olive turtleneck, but made no attempt
to answer. He didn't wait around to hear one anyway, jumping off the car and
straitening himself up to stretch his back. An action which earned him plenty of
attention from a group of bikini clad teens in the flatbed of a passing pickup
truck. Sydney rolled her eyes at their indiscrete leers, although she couldn't
blame them. She'd never made it a point to look before, but upon doing so it was
obvious that one would say the man standing in front of her fell short in the
looks department. Tan skin and sun highlighted hair always demanded attention,
not to mention soft green eyes. 'I used to know someone with eyes like that.'
She swore to herself. This was definitely not working to improve her mood any.
"Well I have to get home to change before the rehearsal,"
she said.
"Yeah, I'm on my way there now," he nodded.
"You're wearing that to the rehearsal?" she asked,
indicating to his surfer get up.
"Yes," He said as if it were obvious, "I'd
wear this to the wedding if I could."
She shook her head, "Whatever you say."
"Hey you know what we should do?" He said, as she
headed toward the drivers seat, "We should play hooky"
"Play hooky?" She repeated questioningly.
"Yeah, you, Francie, and I. We leave after the
rehearsal.....go to a movie or something. We can let Will and Amy deal with
their rehearsal dinner," He suggested.
"Chase, all I can say to you and Amy is 'good
luck'," she said sarcastically. He grinned back at her as she pulled out of
the parking space.
It was only about 9:00 when the rehearsal dinner started,
but she was already exhausted. Though she smiled her way through most of the
night for appearances sake.
"Did you see the rehearsal?" One of Will's aunts
asked his mother, "It was so amazing I can't imagine what the actual
wedding will be like."
"Yes, double wedding no less!" Patsy Tippin said
shaking her head.
"Well think of it as having to pay for one big wedding
rather than two smaller ones," Sydney joked.
"Right, Sydney," they agreed. Sydney laughed as she
went back and sat down at her table.
"Amy I want you to meet someone. This is my cousin,
remember I told you about him?" She heard Chase say behind her.
"Oh yeah the one who......ummm, never mind," Amy
stumbled over her words.
"It's okay. Everyone's going to have to be able to talk
about it eventually. It's very nice to meet you Amy," A familiar voice
responded. Sydney froze.
"Nice to meet you too," Amy said, "Let's see
um, I don't see Will around anywhere."
"Her brother Will, he's the one we're doubling
with," Chase explained.
"Yeah, yeah," The same voice said, "Well....congratulations
to you both."
Sydney shut her eyes and shook her head several times. 'Don't
do this Syd! You know it's not possible.'
She opened her eyes again and clenched her hands into fists. 'For God sake! This
is the reason you haven't been able to go on with your life before!'
In spite of her common sense screaming at her, she turned slowly in her chair to
see Chase and Amy talking with..............a tall man with black hair. She
turned back around and sighed.
"What the hell did you expect?" she murmured into
her gin and tonic before gulping down the last of the it and crunching the ice
with her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of someone disappearing
out through the foyer. Her spy instincts kicked in immediately as she surveyed
the room for anything else suspicious looking. Nothing. She casually got up and
headed for the front door. The parking lot showed nothing out of the ordinary at
first until a slight movement from an SUV across the street attracted her
attention. She crept over to it in the shadows of the street lamps. After taking
a moment to draw the miniature pistol in her purse and brace herself, she
grabbed the door handle and flung it open.
"Oh my god........"
Okay, okay I know you guys are loosing patience with me. I promise that the question of whether Syd is marrying Will will be answered in the next chapter. Which will be done very soon.
