In the passenger seat of his Cadillac, Keyon stared out the window as Zane pulled into the turning lane and slowed down. Up ahead, a sign glowed.
Windy Ridge Event Center.
Keyon shook his head and glanced from the invitation’s address to the map on the phone.
“Seriously?” Keyon flipped his eyes to Zane.
“Yeah.” Zane drove past the little gas station and into the parking lot in front of the motel. “One of Huck’s cousins owns Windy Ridge, and when Tennessee’s other venue had a pipe burst, they offered this place for the wedding reception.”
Keyon nodded as they parked.
The wedding invitation had a list of events. Keyon had spent the wedding changing his mind about seeing Huck and then changing it back again. Then Keyon took on and off three suits during cocktail hour, trying to decide whether he was a fool. He decided he was a fool and finally picked a black three-piece he thought Huck might like.