Page 60 of The Love Wager

I’m sputtering. “Excuse me?”

“You go after my best friend and make it right yet? I know you love her. Don’t you think it’s time that she knew it, too?”

Even though Taylor can’t see me gaping like a fish, a passerby does. She tosses me a wave, and I wave back, firmly closing my mouth to stop looking like a moron.

“Hello? I know I’m in Greece, but I do have international calling. Can you hear me?”

“I can hear you. That’s not why I called.”

“Alright, out with it. Then, we’ll talk about what I want to talk about.”

I hear Spencer laughing in the background, and I don’t know how the man deals with her. He’s a fucking saint.

“Was it you?”

“Was what me, darling. You’ll have to be more specific. I do a lot in a day.”

I bet you do.

“Did you pay off what I owed the bank?”

“Yes and no.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I facilitated the transfer to settle the account, but it wasn’t my money.”

Closing my eyes, I dig deep to try to find my nerve. “Who paid it, Taylor?”

“Mmm, I don’t like your tone. I don’t think I should tell you.”

“Taylor, goddamnit!” I shout. “Sorry, I’m just…”

“Indie paid it,” she spits, and my heart skips a beat.

“Excuse me?”

“Indie paid it. I did what I could to get her on her feet and her business is booming. She wanted to ensure you, and Nick were going to make it, and she knew you’d kick my ass for paying your debt, so she and I hatched a plan. There are no take backs. She told me to tell you that.”

I smirk, despite myself. I can almost hear her snarky little ass saying it in my head.

“This is… I’ll pay her back.”

“Well, that’s the other thing. She doesn’t want it back.”

“I can’t just take her money, Taylor.”

“You didn’t. The bank did.”

“Your husband should get sainthood for dealing with you.”

“Husband,” she squeals. “Speaking of, got to go. Oh, I was supposed to tell you to fix things with Indie, so this is me saying that. Bye!”

The call cuts and I’m left with deafening silence in the truck as I stare at my phone screen.

Opening Indie’s contact, I stare at her image at the top of the contact bar longingly.

Fuck, I miss her.

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