Page 7 of Accidental Husband
Jules: You should go.
Griffin: The point is to take you.
Jules: I'll take myself to Hawaii.
Griffin: With who?
Jules: With my other best friend.
Griffin: Oh yeah?
Jules: Hell yeah.
It's a bluff and we both know it. There's no second best friend. There's no one but Griff.
I push myself up. Let my gaze dart around the room.
It's still adorned with the trappings of high school.
Aladdinsheets. Dodgers blue desk. Paramore lyrics scribbled in silver sharpie.
Jules: You do realize it's August?
Griffin: I do.
Jules: It's going to be a hundred degrees in Vegas.
Griffin: Would you rather stay in your mom's air-conditioned house?
Jules: Better than dealing with your bullshit.
Griffin: You saying I shouldn't come over after work?
Jules: Here?
Griffin: I'll use the ladder in the backyard.
Like he did when we were kids. When Mom decided it was no longer appropriate for a boy and a girl to hang out with the door closed.
Which was ridiculous.
I don't see him that way. He doesn't see me that way. He may as well be a Ken doll. Not that I'd be friends with a Ken doll. But, uh, the point stands.
I don't think about Griffin's anatomy. As far as I'm concerned, he's another one of the girls. Not that he's in any way girly.
He's an incredibly masculine person what with the whole tall, dark, and handsome situation. I'm not blind. I do realize he's attractive. I just don't find him attractive.
It's an important distinction.
We're just friends.
Completely and totally platonic friends.
Jules: No. I need to get out of here. Let's meet somewhere.
Griffin: I know just the place.
Chapter Four
