Page 124 of Misfortune and Mr. Right

“I’m on it.” Megan picks up her purse. “I think I’ll just leave you here pondering the wisdom of my amazing thoughts after eavesdropping on you and your beau.”

“My beau,” I scoff.

“Hey, neither of you broke this off. He’s still yours until you officially give him the boot. Which, if you choose to do, I’ll stand with you. But I’m kinda hoping you take a minute to think about the big picture here and really evaluate his heart. People hurt one another, Olivia. That’s a part of being in relationships. I’ve hurt you. You’ve hurt me. I’m sure glad we never broke up over any of those times. And Logan hurt you. But he didn’t mean to. And he’s aware of what he did. And it seems to be killing him. I don’t think you can ask for much more than that.”

She closes her speech with a gentle smile. Then she steps toward me, pulls me into a hug, and walks out to pick up Cassidy from school.

Megan stops in the doorway. She bends down, turns around, and holds up a cookie. “Man, at my apartment, we do not get treats.”

“Not another cookie!”

“What’s wrong with you? You love these things.”

“They’re everywhere lately.”

Megan shrugs as if it’s not odd in the least that cookies randomly show up all over The Serendipity. I could probably tell her a little fairy manifests herself in my kitchen once a week tossing pixie dust and cooking with wee little baking sheets to make fortune cookies she then places all over my residence, and Megan would just smile and say, “What’s the fairy’s name?”

“Want to open it?” Megan asks.

“No. You can if you want to. You found it. It’s yours.”

“It was on your doorstep.”

“Open it. Or toss it. Up to you. I don’t want it.”

“Okay …” Megan tears it open. Then she reads it silently to herself.

“What does it say?” I ask despite myself.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Fine. Don’t tell me.”

Megan smiles a mischievous smile. Then she reads the inscription: “Keep your priorities straight. In life, love is always the highest priority.”

She smiles like the Cheshire cat. “Oh, man. That’ssoyour fortune. Not mine.”

“Why? Are your priorities perfectly straight? We all could use a reminder to keep love as the number one priority. I’m not unique.”

“Okay. I’ll give you that,” she says. “So, let’s all keep love as the number one priority. Sound good?”

“Yes.” I answer her like a dutiful child.

She walks in and plops the fortune on my coffee table. Then she pops half the cookie into her mouth and talks around her bite. “Keep that fortune, would you?”

“Why?”

“I want to include it in my maid of honor speech.”

“Are you in a wedding?”

“I will be. That’s my prediction, and I don’t need a cookie to tell me what’s in my future … I will be in a wedding between the man in 2B and the woman who is going to keep love as the priority.”

I shake my head, but I’m smiling at Megan. It’s not my usual smile, but it is a smile.

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought,” Megan says with a smug smile. “You have every right to be upset. And you need some time to work through this. But in the long run, I’ll be making that speech.”

She turns again to leave. And this time, she doesn’t trip on a cookie.

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