Page 8 of Last Minute Fiancé

Everybody was back to work, but I couldn’t help overhearing a deep voice that was Travis’ best work friend.

“Must be her time of the month,” the guy mumbled and Travis laughed. I was making my way to my office, my hand over my stomach, and I nearly froze when what he said sank in, my hands shaking. Because no. That couldn’t be the case.

Only it might be.

No. That couldn’t be right. This was just food poisoning. Or a stomach bug.

No. Damn it.

I shut the door behind me and pulled out my phone to call Luca. Because I needed my best friend.

Not just to talk to him.

But to maybe ruin everything.

Again.

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I was not a fan of waiting. It broke time into measurements that either slowed down or sped up, depending on what you were waiting for.

I wanted to know, needed to know what would happen once I finished this.

But that meant I would have to wait for it.

“Addison?”

I turned to see Luca standing there, my best friend. Well, one of them. Somehow, when the world hadn’t been watching, Luca Cassidy had become my best friend.

Devney was my childhood best friend, and would always be like a sister. Paisley was quickly becoming a best friend.

But there was one thing I learned growing up, that those words mattered and changed over time. That I could have more than one best friend. Each person in my life meant something different to me.

Luca and I had clicked the moment we met. I would be forever grateful that Devney had faked a relationship with his brother.

“What?” I asked when he said something. I was lost in my own thoughts, trying to figure out what was going on.

Because honestly this all felt like a dream.

“I asked if you needed something to drink. You know. To help.”

I snorted, because he looked just as lost as I did.

“I’m really not good at this, Luca.”

“You too? Because this is a first for me. And I’m not good at firsts.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re good at firsts,” I joked before I sat down on the bar stool next and put my hands over my face and screamed.

Luca was there in an instant, his hands on my shoulders as he kept me steady.

That was Luca, the steady one.

I pretended to be steady. But in reality I freaked out and screamed and only pretended I knew what I was doing.

But I didn’t. I had no idea what to do or how to fix it.

“Do you want to go for a walk? Do you want food? Please, just tell me what to do right now.”

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