Page 51 of Dream Lover
It took a few moments, and her exit wasn’t graceful. No, it reminded me of a temper tantrum a child would make. Suited her.
* * *
“You did not saythat to her,” Carrie said, letting out a satisfied squeal while pouring our wine into glasses.
“Hell yes, I did. That conversation was long overdue. I only wished I had laid into her more.”
“You’re so bad. I love it.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m a total bad ass.” I grabbed the serving tray and carried it out to the back patio, placing it on the table. Carrie followed with our drinks. “Help yourself. I just gotta get the sour cream and guac.”
Carrie scooped up her tortilla chip full of salsa. “Do you think he’s going to stick with it, though?”
“Who Drew?” I placed the condiments next to the tortillas and started building my taco.
“Yeah. He called it off, but do you think he’ll get back with her?”
“You should have come to movie night. If you’d seen my brother laughing and carrying on the way he did, you’d thought aliens abducted him. I hadn’t heard him laugh or seen him smile like that in so long I had forgotten how fun he could be.”
“I’m sorry I missed that.” Her blue eyes glittered, resembling Conner’s, and I found myself already missing him.
“Me too. We all missed you.”
“There’ll be other nights.”
“True.”
“So, you and my brother?” Her brows arched as she shoved more salsa between her pouty lips.
“We’re taking things as they come, but yeah. I mean, I like him.”
“I know.” She giggled, lifting her glass. “A Toast. To happiness.”
I lifted my glass, clinking it against hers. “To happiness. Now we gotta get you a man.”
“I’m good.”
“Carrie … do you know I always had this wild fantasy that I’d marry Conner and Drew would marry you, so it’d always be just the four of us.”
“What?” Her eyes bulged, and her drink sloshed over the rim as she coughed.
Patting her on the back, I laughed. “Geez, don’t die on me. Hear me out. The four of us have always been together. Have you ever thought about Drew?”
“He’s not ready for anything right now.”
“Maybe, but when I told him you weren’t coming last night… He looked disappointed.”
“Really?”
“Mhmm. It got me thinking that I knew who my brother truly belonged with is you.”
“Stop it. Drew doesn’t see me that way.”
“What if he always held back like Conner did with me?” I shrugged. “You know, we should invite them over. We have plenty of tacos and sangria.” I pulled out my phone, firing off the invites.
Carrie shook her head. “Stop that. Just because I played matchmaker to give you and Conner a nudge in the right direction doesn’t mean the same applies to Drew and me.”
“Too late.” I held my phone up, waving the messages in her face.
