Page 71 of A Chance for Us
“Two people who are friends, can talk about things, keep their hearts out of it, trust each other not to hurt the other, and have really fucking great sex.”
I lay my head back down, thinking that it’s exactly what I wrote on that paper. “We definitely have that.”
At least, all but the heart part. That one, I think I’ve lost a little.
Nineteen
MAREN
Oliver and I pried ourselves out of bed to say goodbye to my father and Linda before they headed out, then Ollie stayed downstairs to take care of some work things while I came back to the room to repack our bags for us.
There’s a knock, and I smile, thinking Oliver must’ve left his key.
“Hey, did you . . .” I trail off when I see Devney waiting. “You’re not Oliver.”
“I definitely am not, but why do you look sad about that?”
“Nope, not sad at all. I just thought it was him.”
“We’re heading out in a few. Sean wants to get the kids home in time for them to get a good night’s sleep before we return to life tomorrow.”
I give her a big hug, loving that I had this time with her. “I’m going to miss you.”
Devney smiles. “I’ll miss you.”
“Thank you for everything. I really can’t repay you.”
“Please, it’s what best friends do. While I may not agree with your psychotic breakdown, I do understand it. Seeing your dad yesterday was really special, and I think it’s something that you and him can cherish for the rest of your lives.”
There’s no denying that. Even when my father is gone from this earth, I’ll be able to remember that walk we took, the love in his eyes, and the ease he felt believing I was married.
It’s all a lie, but it’s a good one as far as lies go.
“I know I’ll never forget it. I have so much to fill you in on. But,” I say, remembering the surprise I got last night. “I’ll never forgive you for the repacking job you did.”
She grins. “You’re welcome.”
“I wasn’t thanking you.”
“But you will later.”
“Come in, I need to finish.” I walk back into the room and head to my bag.
“Ahh, you’re packing.”
I purse my lips as I stare at her. “Yeah, about that. Seriously, I don’t know why you thought I would need sexy lingerie for a honeymoon where we had no plans of anything.”
Hadbeing the word of the day here. Now I have plans. Lots of naked plans.
She’s quiet as her eyes start to move around the room, taking in details as they jump from the bags to the bed.
The very rumpled bed with sheets that are barely hanging on and the pillows that have fallen to the floor. The gym shorts on the floor, and Oliver’s shirt thrown over the lamp.
“Maren?”
Crap.
“Yes?”
