Page 64 of Promise Yule Be Mine
“Because. You’re such a drama queen.”
“I’m confused.”
Jenna sat down next to me. “I’m not angry.”
“Why? You should be.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand. “It’s time I told you the truth about me and Kody.”
I frowned and turned to face her. “What truth? Oh God, are you guys in a cult? You’re in a cult, aren’t you?”
Shut up, Nova. Now is not the time for jokes.
“No, definitely not a cult. Can you imagine me in a black robe chanting nonsense in Latin? That’ssonot my vibe.”
“Jenna! Focus, please. What are you talking about?”
Jenna took a deep breath and looked around.
“Well, the truth is Kody and I are best friends. We’ve been best friends since high school. Since I moved here.”
“Great. I love that for you. Are you trying to dump me as your best friend, because I won’t blame you. Ididkiss your fiancé and we did go fifteen years without talking to each other.”
She rolled her eyes and snorted. “Will you shut up and listen, doofus?” I pursed my lips pointedly and raised an eyebrow. “Great. Thanks. So. Kody and I are best friends. We’ve always been best friends but that’s it. We’ve always just been friends. Except for those two months eons ago but we both are trying so hard to forget about that.”
I didn’t know what she was saying. I was more confused than ever.
“See, I’m hopeless when it comes to dating. And Kody is…well, Kody is different. Which also makes him unlucky in love. So after another breakup and one too many bottles of wine I had this wild idea. I thought Kody and I could get married, get over that part of our lives neither of us had any luck with and we could jump straight into having a family.”
“Are you saying you’re each other’s backup?”
“Yes,” she said. “No. Actually. A backup husband would still sleep with his wife. Well, trust me when I say neither of us have any interest in sleeping with each other.”
“So…how were you going to have a family?”
She shrugged. “IVF? Turkey baster? I don’t know. Definitely not by getting intimate.”
“So a marriage blanc,” I said.
“Yes, exactly. If that means marriage without sex, that’s exactly what it was.”
“I see.”
And I really could see.
So they weren’t in love. They weren’t even in a relationship. They were just two friends with an agreement.
“I knew you two didn’t look very lovey-dovey.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Jenna said. “I love Kody. He’s literally the perfect guy. But he’s just a friend. And my friend is in love with you.”
In love?
God.
How had I gone from feeling like I’d completely betrayed my best friend to talking about love?
And why did my heart skip a beat at her words?
