Page 84 of Now That We Don't Talk

“There’s the best man,” Kyle announces after turning around.

“Yes, I am,” I say with a chuckle. “Oh, wait—you mean the best man in your wedding. I thought you were referring to me in everyday life.”

Kyle scoffs, shaking his head. “Your arrogance is boundless.”

“Just speaking the truth,” I reply with a casual shrug.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Vivian talking to Katie. Her laughter rings in my ears, a reminder of what I’m missing out on. I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through this evening.

“Everything okay?” Kyle asks, nodding in Vivian’s direction.

I let out a slow breath. “No. But I’m trying.”

Kyle studies me for a moment, his expression unreadable.

“Anyway,” I say, shifting the conversation, “This is quite the celebration. I think Addi might like you a little.”

He laughs. “Yeah, it seems that way.”

“Oh, and I met your future father-in-law,” I add casually. “He’s a hockey fan, so we hit it off instantly. I went ahead and told him all your deep, dark secrets. So, now he’s fully informed.”

Kyle’s eyes narrow. “Not funny, man.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Relax. You know me better than that. But it’s a good reminder that my memory is spot on.”

Kyle sighs. “Duly noted.”

I grin. “Happy birthday, man. I’m glad we’re good.”

His expression softens. “So am I. Addi gave me an earful about minding my own business and being a supportive friend.”

“I knew I liked her,” I say with a smirk.

“Well, she’s right,” he adds.

Before I can respond, another guest steps in to offer birthday wishes to Kyle. I take the moment to exhale, and as I turn away, I come face to face with Vivian.

Time seems to slow as our eyes meet, sending a wave of emotions rushing through me. In the dim lights, her eyes sparkle, taking my breath away.

She gives a gentle smile. Without thinking, I move toward her, and at the same time, she steps in my direction, as if we’re being pulled together.

“Hi,” I say, my voice cracking slightly.

“Hey,” she replies. A comfortable energy settles between us.

“This is quite a party,” I say, forcing casual conversation.

“It’s unbelievable,” she agrees, looking away before meeting my gaze again.

I suddenly realize we’re standing in the middle of the room, everything and everyone swirling around us in a blur of movement and noise. But none of it matters.

“How are you?” I ask, my voice low.

She hesitates, her lips pressing together. “I’m hanging in there.”

Ugh. I know the feeling.

“I’m glad you and Kyle worked things out,” she adds.

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