Compass (Siren Songs Book 2) Read Free

seen it on your finger, and you guys have been together for months.” Her sassy attitude is back in full force.
    Whatever grievances my friends had when they found out, seem to be dissipating the longer we talk. I knew when they had the facts they would warm to the idea, even if they’re still a little miffed they didn’t get to be a part of it.
    “Saturday at the altar.” I beam with pride as I answer my best friends’ questions.
    “What? Why’d you wait until then? This thing’s gorgeous. I would’ve been sporting it the moment I said yes.” Rachel is so young. Yes, the ring is stunning, but a piece of jewelry is never a reason to get married, no matter how large the price tag.
    “I don’t know. I said yes. I just wanted him to put the ring on when we married so I didn’t accept it until then. Anyway, he asked me to marry him every date we went on for months. Every single one. Every time I saw him, he would ask if today was the day I would say yes.”
    “When did you finally say yes?” Charlie asks. Sweet Charlie.
    “Thursday. We left Friday morning. Married Friday night. We hung out in Vegas Saturday and Sunday, and flew home Sunday evening.”
    “So basically, you didn’t think about what you were doing?” Our resident utilitarian has to find a way to rationalize my behavior. Sutton’s years of service in the Army did nothing for her disposition or her bedside manner.
    “No, Sutton, that wasn’t the case at all. We had talked at length about it for several months. He knew I didn’t want a wedding or the fanfare. After many discussions, we agreed we wouldn’t wait. As soon as we were engaged, we wanted to get married.”
    “Piper, this is so cliché—a cheesy romance novel—it’s just not like you. Where in your mind did you think any of this would fly with your friends and family?”
    “Funny thing is, Cam, my family, well my parents, were over-the-moon happy for us. Neither one of them even mentioned being disappointed we wanted to elope.”
    “I bet not, it got Mr. Pritchard out of paying for a huge wedding.” Rachel’s snarky mouth is about to get her knocked upside the head. She better be glad she has a wine glass close to her face. I’d hate for her to get cut by a flying shard.
    “Hardly. They knew marrying Moby is what made me happy, and I didn’t give a rip about a huge wedding. I never have. If I had wanted a ceremony, they would’ve been happy to provide it. Come on guys, look at my face, look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t see it. If you can tell me you see anything wrong in my relationship with Moby or any sign of unhappiness, or a sign of regret, I’ll listen to you without interruption. But you can’t! None of you can. You’ve all told me how great Moby and I are together. Every one of you has acknowledged how much he makes me laugh and relax, and simply enjoy life. All of you concede the differences you see in him, he’s settled, content, exudes happiness. He is not the same man we watched parade a slew of women around a year ago,” I explain, almost pleading with them.
    Looking around at my closest friends, my Fish, I inhale deeply, my shoulders rise and then fall when I exhale and release my frustration. I want them to understand, and I need them to accept my choices. I have to have their approval.
    “Think about what you’re mad over...a wedding. That’s it. You didn’t have to dress up in ugly-ass dresses that cost you a fortune, wear miserable heels, or waste days frolicking around like you were enjoying the stupid shit I was subjecting you to. You weren’t forced to go dress shopping, deal with registries, buy gifts, eat crappy cake, or endure the relatives who would’ve been present. If you get down to it, I did you a favor!”
    “Yeah, nice try. Since we can’t change any of that and you didn’t give us a choice, I think it’s time we all agree, what’s done is done, and we can’t turn back the clock,” Cam says raising her glass,