Page 40 of Thanks for the Friendship
After he leaves, I field a bunch of questions from Reagan, so I fill her in on my thoughts about Sara and AJ, leaving out the part about her and Cal moving in here.
“Promise you won’t get mad at me—” she says cautiously.
“Then don’t say anything to make me mad.”
“After seeing Cal again, are any of those old feelings resurfacing? … I’m not judging—because I understand that more than anyone.”
I sigh. “Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe a few, but I also just ended things with Jordan.”
This reminds me of seeing Bethany on Paul’s boat.
“Ah … speaking of Jordan. I saw him yesterday.”
“Oh, how was that?”
I shrug. “It actually wasn’t that bad. At least not compared to seeing other people.”
She grits her teeth. “Bethany?”
I nod. “You guessed it. And she really wanted to talk to me.”
“About what?”
“You.”
Reagan’s frowns. “What about me?”
I tell her what Bethany said, and she sighs. “I feel like no matter what I do, I can’t escape her.”
“Of course you can,” I tell her. “Don’t let her manipulate you into feeling sorry for her.”
She folds her hands and places them on the counter.
“I’m trying not to, but I know the only reason she acts out is for attention. I think she’s just incredibly lonely.”
“And that’s exactly what she’s hoping you’ll say,” I tell her.
Reagan is a much better person that I am. I hate to see her being walked all over, but she can make her own decisions. And if she chooses to bring Bethany back into her life, that’s on her.
“I know. Kennedy would lose her mind if I started talking to Bethany again.”
I laugh at the thought. Reagan’s sister and I have similar personalities, and I think she’s great, naturally.
The subject changes from Bethany back to my conversation with Theo. I’m absolutely exhausted by the time I crawl into bed. Between Elizabeth’s news and Sara and Cal, I’ve had enough heavy stuff for one day.
Chapter Twelve
Istretch out on my mat and close my eyes. My favorite part of Pilates is those last few minutes after you’ve moved your body and you allow it to rest. It’s been a few uneventful days since I talked to Elizabeth, and she sent out a message that she wanted to have an office meeting this morning. She sent me a separate message about meeting with me beforehand. Both Gabby and Javier have been texting me nonstop, and luckily my Pilates class was the perfect excuse to avoid their questions.
I take a quick shower and put on a denim jumpsuit. Everyone says it looks like something out ofMamma Mia, and I’m okay with that. I quickly blow dry my hair and let it fall naturally over my shoulders. As I’m getting ready, I think about how relaxed the environment at Fun in the Sun is. The idea of transferring to a different agency makes me nauseated. On a good note, I have a lot of connections in the industry and I know I could easily switch, but that doesn’t mean I’ll like it.
I give Gabby a heads up that I’m leaving for the office early, and she asks me if I know what’s happening.
“I’m not sure.”
And it’s true. The last time I talked to Elizabeth she hadn’t decided on what she was going to do.
“Do you think she’s closing the agency?” she asks. “I talked to Nikki, and she mentioned something about her making some huge, life-changing decisions.”
