Page 66 of The Best Friend Power Play

They both erupt in giggles.

"You two are about as mature as Katie and Chester, and they're eighteen."

"Who needs filler or Botox when immaturity keeps me looking so young?" Beth quips, patting down her cheeks.

"And how was Fresno?" Amiel asks. "See, this is how long it's been since we've seen each other?"

"Fresno was…" I need to navigate this carefully and be sure not to mention our secret wedding. "Fun. We stayed at this totally retro '80s hotel. Went hiking. Played board games and ate terrible pizza."

I tell them about the waterbed situation and they both squeal in laughter so loudly, it catches the attention of a few nearby customers.

"I actually do have a question for you—for you both—but you have to promise not to get all romancey about it."

It's one of the many things I've been obsessing over lately, but this is one thing I feel like I can share with them.

Unlike the fake marriage.

Or the foot rubs.

And definitely not the kisses.

"Okay," they both say in unison.

They nod in unison, too, which is slightly alarming, but this is something I'm dying to know, and why consult a romance novel when I've got two romance novel junkies at my disposal?

"I've sort of somehow started wearing Culver's shirts."

They drop their gazes to what I'm currently wearing.

"Uh, babe. I can't picture Culver ever wearing a blouse," Beth responds dryly.

"I don't mean right now."

"And define sort of somehow?" Amiel asks, trying to conceal a growing smile. "Were you sleepwalking when you put his shirt on?"

"You guys aren't being helpful."

"Well, you said you didn't want us to get all romancey about it," Beth counters, smiling, too.

"That wasn't an open invitation to get all ha-ha funny about it, either. I'm serious. I've started wearing Culver's shirts around the house, first by accident, then because he said I could, and now I wear them almost every day."

"You'll have to fill in the lines with some color, babe."

So I do, telling them about the first time I put his shirt on for fun and how he caught me and then about Fresno when he offered for me to wear it.

Don't get me wrong. I'm perfectly clear about my feelings for Culver, but what I'm confused about is trying to figure out what it means that he wants me to wear his shirts. If it even means anything at all. Especially since that started while we were still non-kissing friends.

"So, what do you guys think?"

They look at each other, then Beth turns to me and places her hand on my shoulder. "There's no way for us to answer that without getting, as you put it, all romancey about it."

I nod. "I had a suspicion it meant something…romancey."

"Have things become awkward between you guys?" Amiel asks.

"No. Not at all. In fact, things are good. Really good."

Beth and Amiel exchange another look.

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