Page 111 of Give Me Perfect Love

Claire sits on a barstool in the kitchen. “I’ll keep your bed and dresser in there until the baby is born,” she says to K.

Kat smiles at her, but she doesn’t say anything.

She won’t need that bed or dresser, but whatever makes Claire feel better about the situation. Austin walks in from the hall. “It’s all loaded.”

“Except for this one,” I say, hitting the bottom step.

He nods. “I’ll take it,” he says, holding his hands out. I look at him for a moment before I turn back to Kat and Claire.

“I got it.” I walk past him and out the door.

Fuck, the three act like we’re moving across the country.

I shake my head as I walk down the stairs, thinking who am I to judge. They have something that I don’t understand, because I’ve never had it.

A close bond. Friendship that runs deeper than the word means.

Ten years they’ve been by each other every day, through everything. Am I a little jealous of their closeness?

Yeah. I’ve been since the day I met them, but at the same time it brings me comfort to know K has had them in her life after she went through what she did growing up.

I place the box down in the truck bed and adjust my snapback. Georgia decided to skip spring and go straight to summer. It’s hot as hell already. After a few moments K comes out squinting at the evening sunshine.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Yep,” she says. Claire and Austin stand in the lobby doorway. I open the passenger side door for Kat to climb in. I rented a truck for the weekend so we could get her things over to my place. I can’t say I hate driving the thing. It’s pretty nice.

I smack her ass as she gets in, earning a scowl from her. I laugh and lift my hand to her friends.

They wave bye, and after I climb in my side, I look over at my baby and say, “Let’s go home.”

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“So, we’re meeting them there?” K asks as she opens a box in our bedroom floor and takes out a pair of strappy wedges.

“Yep.” I slide a tie around my neck.

K is wearing an all-black dress. The shoes she just grabbed are sparkly, and she wears light makeup like always.

Her skin is glowing from lying out in the sun earlier today, and her toes are painted black. We got all her shit in as soon as we got home, but she hasn’t unpacked anything.

“Are you going to organize all of this tomorrow?” I ask, stepping over a box so I can get to the closet.

“Depends on how hungover I am,” she replies.

I chuckle.

“It’s going to be weird going out without Claire. She’s been my wingman for so long.” She sighs dramatically.

I look around the closet door at her with a lift of my brow. “You don’t need a fucking wingman.”

She laughs. “I knew you were going to say that.” She stands up with the shoes on her feet. I slide my black blazer on, deciding I’ll match her.

With a splash of cologne, I walk out of my closet.

“You look nice,” she says, looking over my blazer, tie, and white shirt.

“You look pretty,” I reply, giving her a kiss. “You ready to see all of Red?”

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