Page 62 of Knot a Good Idea

“Well, I love this,” Skylar says, breaking me from my train of thought.

“Love what?”

“You’re more relaxed. Even being in the car with me, you’re more open.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s a big deal, April. I’m over the fucking moon for you.”

“Yeah, but they don’t know about everything, Skylar. They don’t know what I’ve been through,” I murmur. “I mean, Donovan knows to some extent, but the others don’t.”

“And when they find out eventually?” Skylar turns to me while we’re at a red light. “You know they’re only going to be amazed at your strength.”

I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “I doubt it. I’m kind of an insufferable bitch.”

“Don’t say that about yourself, or I swear I’ll drive us off a cliff and crash into one of these ridiculous mansions. Then you’ll never get laid again because you’re a ghost.”

I can’t help it. I let out a loud guffaw as Skylar grins.

I’m slowly starting to feel more like myself again.

Devyn isat my mom’s house waiting for me.

“Who the hell is at the café?” I demand as I enter the front room, dropping my suitcase next to the couch.

“Luke and Jamie, and I’m on my lunch break!” Devyn squeals, hugging me, her floral scent perfuming the air. “I wanted to say hi! I missed you!”

“I was gone for a weekend, Devyn,” I chide. “I wasn’t that far, either.”

“I know, but I still missed you!”

“She did.” My mom enters the room and gives me a soft smile. “We’re glad you’re home, honey.”

But there’s still concern in her eyes, along with pity and a hint of sadness.

All things she shouldn’t have to feel for me.

I hate it.

“So, you really have a pack now? Tell me everything!” Devyn adds.

Skylar chuckles and plops down on the couch. “Yeah, April. Tell us everything.”

She waggles her eyebrows at me, and I fight the urge to scowl at her.

“Well,” I say, taking a seat at the opposite end of Devyn, “we’re officially dating.”

“Oh, my god,” Devyn yells. “Oh,my god!”

“Devyn,” my mom sighs. “Can you lower your voice, sweetie? It’s a little loud.”

Devyn has slowly turned into the chaotic demon child of myself and Skylar. We’re her best friends, and she’s become our number one cheerleader.

But she’s very loud and excitable about it.

It’s endearing, but at times, overwhelming.

“Sorry, Tammy,” she says, not sounding apologetic at all as she sits next to me. “But I have to know everything, and I can only stay for like ten more minutes.”

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