Page 43 of Falling for my Best Friend

“I don’t expect you to get it because eating has always been an important part of your job, but it’s the opposite for me.”

“Okay, I’m not an idiot. I get that you don’t think I’m the right person to talk to about your diet, but you need to talk to someone- a professional or something.”

“A professional?!” She put a hand over her chest. “Oh my god. You think I need psychological help?”

I sighed. “Yeah, I do.”

“How can you say that? I’m just trying to stay ahead of the competition.”

“You won’t be competing with anyone if you don’t start eating.”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that? It’s bad enough that I have my agent bullying me, but I never thought I would hear this shit from you.”

“I’m not bulling you, and I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. I’m just trying to help.”

She put her hands on her hips. “You know what would help?”

“What?”

“If you stopped spending all your free time with Lucy and actually paid attention to me for a change.”

“Are you kidding?! All I do is pay attention to you. Believe it or not, you’re not as low maintenance as you think you are.”

She gasped.

It was everything I could do not to laugh. Was she really so lacking in self-awareness that she thought I paid more attention to Lucy than I did to her?

“She put that idea in your head. I know she did.”

“She did no such thing. In fact, she asked how you were doing.”

“What did you say?”

“I said you were fine, that you were volunteering at the nursing home today.”

She pursed her lips.

“But that’s not true, is it?”

“What? Of course it’s true.”

“Then why do you smell like cranberry vodka.”

“Because.”

“Because…”

“Because I got drinks with some of the volunteers after we were done.”

“Why didn’t you call me to come meet you?”

“Cause it was just for a quick drink, and then we all went home.”

I nodded. “How’s your Grandma?”

“Good.”

“Did you tell her I said hi?”

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