Page 52 of The One I Love

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I shake my head. “I wish. But I can’t pawn the kids off again. They’re going to start getting suspicious.”

“Bring them,” he says. “Or, I can bring over a pizza. I’ve done that a hundred times. They won’t be suspicious.”

I lean in a little closer. “They will if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve seen me naked.”

A devious smile I’m starting to love comes out. “Sorry, beautiful. I’ll be looking at you like that for the rest of my life.”

Before I can say anything, I hear my phone vibrating against my desk. Shane also takes his phone out of his pocket, which can only mean one thing: the group text.

Oliver: Everyone come to my place for dinner tonight. Six. BYOB.

Wes: What’s the occasion?

Oliver: Do I need to have an occasion to invite over my best friends in the world?

“He does need a reason,” Shane says.

“Be nice.”

Amelia: You don’t, but when you’re inviting me and not just the guys that means something is up.

Simon: Once again, Amelia proves why she is the smartest in the group.

Oliver: Whatever, just everyone come, okay?

Simon: Is it thirty-four? It’s thirty-four, isn’t it? OLIVER PROPOSED AGAIN!

Oliver: It’s not thirty-four.

“Looks like no pizza tonight,” I say.

“Guess not. Though I was looking forward to breadsticks. Oh! Maybe he’ll make garlic bread?”

“Can’t hurt to ask.”

I swear the way to a man’s heart is really through his stomach.

Shane: I want garlic bread too.

Simon: Shane, focus.

Shane: I am, on food.

Oliver: Of course there will be garlic bread. Any other requests?

Simon: Yes. You owe me $20 because I was convinced you’d come back from Vegas with thirty-four under your belt. I’m kind of disappointed in you.

We put our phones down as we let Simon take the lead.

“Well,” I say. “We knew it was going to happen sooner or later.”

He nods. “I didn’t think it would be this soon. So the question is, how do we make it through a night with all of our friends without giving away that all I want to do is kiss you?”

“Well, that’s easy,” I say much more confidently than I feel. “We arrive separately. We don’t sit by each other all night. Or across from each other.”