Maybe I just needed to be in his vicinity. Often. And with the way that Lacey’s wedding plans were going? That was going to happen eventually.
“So, are you and Caleb working together?” Erin asked, and I nicked my finger again. How did the woman always know when I was thinking about Caleb?
“Damn it,” I cried out and went to rewash my finger.
“Having issues over there?” Amelia asked, tongue in cheek. They’d watched me stab my fingers countless times, so they knew I wasn’t really hurt.
“This is just a thorny bunch. It’s pissing me off. And I’m not really working that much with Caleb yet.” I tried for casual, but the girls met each other’s gazes. None of us talked about my crush on Caleb. They all saw it. However, they were good enough to lie to me about it. At least, they didn’t lie with their words, but rather the fact that we all ignored it. And I was just fine with that. I had to come to terms with my feelings for Caleb on my own first. Which I was at least actively trying to do.
“Lacey wants to know more about what John has planned for his stag party, so I’m going to have to call Caleb soon about it. And then there’s something about tuxes that’s on my to-do list. But I’ll get there. So, soon, I’ll have to work with Caleb often. But not right now.”
“And you’re good with that?” Amelia asked casually.
“Yes, we’re friends. We’re the group. Remember?”
“Yes, we’re friends. That works.”
I didn’t miss the tone of Erin’s voice, but I ignored it.
Because I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I didn’t know if I should. After all, I was jumping off the deep end, only I had to make that leap first.
And that meant I should probably call him.
Even if I was scared to death of what would happen once I did.