Page 143 of From Best Friend to Bride
That wouldn’t happen this time. I couldn’t—I wouldn’t—pretend like that kiss didn’t exist.
She’d kissed me. Consciously. Decisively. Not in the heat of the moment. And I was going to find out why. I was going to ask her over and over again until she told me the truth, because I needed to know.
If nothing else, we had to be honest with each other.
Mostly honest.
I wasn’t sure that telling her I was in love with her was the right move now.
My phone buzzed from the cushion next to me, and I snatched it up.
LUCY: She’s here. Seriously, what did you do?
ME: Tell her to come home. Please.
LUCY: I did. I told her to go home and sort out her marriage but she grabbed Olivia and told me to go shower because I stink.
ME: Then why are you texting me instead of showering?
LUCY: I’m taking advantage of the situation and having a bath.
ME: Is this a conversation to have with your brother-in-law?
LUCY: I’m not speaking to you as your sister-in-law. I’m speaking as your childhood friend.
LUCY: She still doesn’t know you’re in love with her, huh?
ME: How do you know that?
LUCY: I have eyes.
Was it that obvious? I thought I was doing a pretty good job of masking my feelings, but evidently not.
LUCY: Whatever it is, you two will work through it. I think she plans on staying here tonight though.
I groaned. Of course, she did.
ME: I’ll come and get her.
LUCY: No, don’t. If she stays, I can guilt her into babysitting for a few hours.
ME: Good luck with that. Is she ok?
LUCY: She will be. Fred, it’s fine. You two can fix it. I have faith in you.
LUCY: But don’t tell her I said that.
I snorted and set my phone down.
At least someone did.
I was losing my mind.
My wife was mere inches from me, yet she was acting as if I didn’t exist.
“What did you do?” Si asked, leaning against the bar. “She hasn’t even looked at you.”
“Nothing worthy of this treatment, I’m sure,” I replied, not taking my eyes off Deli.
