Page 104 of You, Me, and Forever

“I’ll start,” Blakely said as she sipped her latte from the Brown Bear Diner. “‘Two Lees in a pod.’”

I chuckled. “That’s cute. How about ‘happi-Lee ever after,’ spelled with his last name, Lee.”

“Nice one.” Violet wrote them out on the board. “I was thinking maybe ‘probab-Lee shouldn’t marry a guy who has the same last name as my first name’?”

Blakely and I both made buzzing noises to let her know it was not going on the board.

“She’s going to be Leigh Lee,” Violet said. “Come on, that’s not going to bother her?”

“She’s in love. She hardly cares. How often do you call someone by their full name?” Blakely asked, tearing off a piece of muffin and popping it in her mouth.

“That’s because Leigh is normal,” Violet said. “And nice. I’m just relieved that we survived Tracy’s wedding from hell. She’ll go down as the worst bride in history.”

I shook my head and forced a smile. “Yeah. We’re lucky we made it through that one.”

Tracy was by far the worst bride we’d ever worked with thus far. She’d made her mother cry. She’d made all of her bridesmaids cry. Her mother-in-law had left the wedding before they even made it down the aisle. But weddings were unpredictable, in the best way. You just never knew what was going to come up.

But at the end of the day, weddings were all about love and hope and happily ever after.

I still believed in it.

“You okay?” Violet asked. It had been six weeks since Myles left. Six weeks since I’d heard his voice or seen his face, outside of the hours when I scrolled through the photos I’d taken of him on my phone.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m good.” I gave her a thumbs-up. I’d done everything in my power to put on a happy face these last few weeks. Convincing the people I was closest to that I was fine was exhausting.

“Are you excited for our double date tonight?” Violet waggled her brows.

“That’s right. You guys are going out with the hot tourists tonight,” Blakely said.

“Yes. It’s time for our girl to get out there. And Christopher is hot, and he insisted his best friend was a great guy. So, we’ll go to the Moose Brew and have some drinks and forget about the billionaire.”

“Pfft, I hardly even think about that man,” I said in my most convincing voice, but they shared a look that told me they weren’t buying it. “I’m looking forward to getting dressed up and meeting this guy.”

I wasn’t looking forward to it at all.

I preferred going home alone and allowing myself to be sad. In the comfort of my own home, where I didn’t have to hear anyone tell me that I needed to get over it.

Get over him.

A part of me hated myself for making things so final. For drawing such a firm line in the sand. Because right now, seeing Myles once or twice a year didn’t sound like a bad thing.

I missed him. I missed his voice.

I missed his smart-ass smirk. His laugh. His face.

His snarky comments.

The way he kissed me.

The way he touched me.

“Hello, earth to Monny,” Blakely said, pulling me from my daze. Her eyes were sympathetic when I met her gaze. “Is this you not thinking about the billionaire?”

“Of course I’m not. I was thinking about laundry. I need to do a few loads this weekend.” I cleared my throat.

“Sure you were. Listen, Monny, the best way to forget a man is to distract yourself with another one.” Violet walked over and wrapped her arms around me. “We’ll have fun tonight, okay?”

“Yeah. It’ll be great.”

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