Page 32 of Charming my Best Friend

“Really?”

She drank the rest of her Jack and Coke. “Yeah, some male nurse who works in the children’s hospital.”

“Sounds too good to be true.”

“I know,” she said. “But he seems okay so far. She’s actually on her third date with him right now.”

“Their third date, huh? Sounds sticky.”

“If it’s anything like their first and second date, I’m sure it will be very sticky indeed.”

I smiled and raised my glass. “So aren’t you going to say I told you so?”

“About what?”

“About Chelsea.”

“No,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m right. Just cause I didn’t like her doesn’t mean I’m happy she fucked around.”

I cringed.

“Sorry,” she said, crinkling her nose. “I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s cool. It’s just still kind of fresh, ya know?”

“Well, for what it’s worth, she wasn’t good enough for you.”

“Thanks, Luce.”

“I mean, she was a total bitch to me for one which should’ve been a deal breaker right away.”

“I know.”

“Plus, she was basically allergic to food.”

“And fun,” I added.

“And she cried all the time about stupid stuff.”

“And then didn’t cry that time we watched The Fox and the Hound.”

“Oh my god, I forgot about that,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Remember how freaked out I was about that?”

I nodded. “Yeah, she wasn’t really an animal lover which was kind of suspect.”

“And wasn’t Ringo her favorite Beatle?”

I shook my head. “No, it was Mick.”

“But he’s not even-”

“I know,” I said. “My point exactly.”

“I’d say you dodged a bullet there in the end.”

“Probably.”

Lucy turned to order another drink, and I looked at where her little sunflower earring met her delicate jawline.

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