Page 33 of Thanks for the Friendship
I actually sensed Bethany was trouble from the moment she stepped into my house, but I let Reagan figure it out for herself. My friend is better off without her in her life.
“You’re her roommate. She’ll listen to you.”
Basically she’s asking me to help fix her friendship with Reagan. Clearly she doesn’t know me at all.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you,” I say flatly.
She frowns. “You don’t know Reagan like I do,” she snaps. “She doesn’t like being at odds with her friends—or anyone. It will eat away at her.”
I shrug. “It’s still none of my business.”
Bethany folds her arms against her chest. Her legs are bouncing quickly. “Fine.”
She doesn’t say anything but doesn’t leave either. I guess that’s the end of my quiet time. I start to sit up.
“I’m not as bad as you think I am,” she exclaims, rising to her feet.
Ugh. I really don’t care.
“Look, Bethany, if you want to try to reach out to Reagan, that’s up to you, but I’m staying out of it.”
I walk away from her without giving her a chance to respond. I suppose it’s better than jumping overboard.
* * *
Maybe I should buy a boat? I think about his every time I come to one of these parties. Of course any boat I could afford wouldn’t be a mini-yacht like this one. Other than that annoying Bethany, I’m having a lovely time. I’ve been able to catch up with several friends, and the brunch spread is fabulous. My lack of cooking skills makes me really appreciate good food when I go to events. Paul, our friend Harry, and I are sitting out on the deck when I tell them about my parents’ decision to finally sell the house.
“That’s sad. It’s like the end of an era,” Harry says dramatically.
“Hah! You’re telling me. I never thought it would be so hard for me.”
“Yeah, what’s up with you having all these emotions? Aren’t you supposed to be dead inside?” Harry teases.
I giggle. “Mostly.”
“Could you buy the house?” Paul asks. “I’m sure your parents would cut you a deal.”
I shrug. “I’ve thought about it, but the realtor in me doesn’t want to do that to my clients. I know what that house is worth, and it might be a bit steep for my first home. My parents deserve to get top dollar for their investment.”
Paul nods. “Good point.”
“I haven’t told Reagan and Gabby yet,” I continue. “I think that’s one of the things I’m the saddest about.”
“You guys could always find another place together,” Paul suggests.
“You’re right … But things are about to change anyway. Gabby’s engaged now—so she’d be moving out at some point.”
“And what about Jordan?” Harry asks. “Now that you’re available again, does this mean you’re ready to give us another shot?”
I laugh and put my hand on his cheek.
“Baby, you and I are like fire and ice.”
Harry and I dated for a few weeks. He’s a lot of fun, but we quickly learned that we’re not compatible.
“True, but I’m all about living on the edge.”
Paul makes a face. “Dude, you’ve been down that road. You’re asking for trouble.”
