Chapter 33

Matthews Dunlop.

I was having the best dream ever. I swear I was, and trust me I would know—I didn't normally have many dreams that made total sense by the time I woke up.

The dream was first about cars, sports cars, and drag racing, and I was to battle one of the badass drag racers of all time. The thrill and exhilaration I'd felt in the dream was so real that when I woke up my heart was still beating fast, and the best part of the drag racing? Elena was there to watch, cheering me the loudest as I went. And in the end, I won. We kissed after I did, in the dream. And next thing I knew, the dream had evolved into our wedding day or something and Elena was dressed in a beautiful wedding dress, running around the room and getting her stuff because she was late. And me, I wasn't even ready yet, still dressed in my drawstring pants and tank top. All of a sudden, she stopped hurrying about, turned toward me, and yelled, "Matthew we're gonna be late for the wedding!"