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I feel my face get hot. “You never know what the future will bring, but I’m feeling pretty confident that Cal and I are end game.”
“Um, hello, the man is buying your parents’ house,” Gabby reminds me. “He’s hooked for sure.”
The feeling is definitely mutual.
“I’m so happy we get to stay here,” Reagan says. “Although you’ll be leaving before we know it.”
Gabby’s face falls. “Thank goodness I’m only going to be right next door. And let’s be honest, I’ll be here all the time.”
We all get quiet for a few seconds.
“I just want you both to know how much your friendship means to me,” I blurt out. “And I’m not going to cry, at least not today.”
Gabby laughs. “Save your tears for my wedding.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. You’re marrying Theo Jorgenson, remember.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“I’d like to make a toast to the best staff in the world,” Elizabeth says, holding up her Diet Coke.
The day has finally come, and sadly she’s off to London tomorrow. It’s been a week since the announcement that Cal was the mystery buyer of my parents’ home, and I feel like I’ve ridden a whirlwind. I’ve had a few closings, and we’ve all been preparing for Elizabeth’s departure. Gabby is moving forward with overseeing day-to-day operations at Fun in the Sun, but for the most part we can all manage ourselves.
I think Suzanna was a little offended that she wasn’t asked to take over the role, but she didn’t say it out loud. I don’t think she wanted to make Elizabeth feel bad, but I could see the disappointment on her face. I did overhear her make a comment to Javier about Gabby and me goofing off all day every day. Is she high? I have the highest sales in this office—I don’t goof off.
The quick sale of my parents’ home was an unexpected bonus, and they insisted I still take some commission on it. I tried to argue with them, because how tacky is it to take commission when your parents’ sell their house to your boyfriend? It’s kind of weird, right?
“I feel like I’m leaving my children behind,” Elizabeth continues, fanning her face with her hands.
“You could always pay for us to come visit you, Mom,” Javier suggests. “A trip to London would be a great bonus idea.”
She gives a thoughtful look.
“We’re going to be just fine here, and you’re only an ocean away,” I tell her.
All the color drains from her face.
Hmm … maybe that was a poor choice of words.
I hear my phone ringing from my desk, so I hurry to answer it. My stomach twists when I see that it was a missed call from Diane. I didn’t expect to hear from her ever again.
Curiosity takes over, so I walk outside to call her back. Crap, maybe she didn’t mean to call me at all. What if it was a pocket dial?
“Hello,” she answers.
“Uh, hi, Diane. Did you intend to call me? I just noticed that I missed a call.”
“I did,” she says, her tone cautious.
“What can I do for you?”
She fumbles over her words. “I need—um, I owe you an apology. My behavior during our last conversation was atrocious.”
Whoa. I wonder what’s sparked this sudden change of heart. Is it possible that Sara came clean? I want to ask, but maybe it’s better if I wait for her to explain.
“Thank you, Diane. I accept your apology.”
“I’m still very sad about how things ended, but I suppose everything happens for a reason.”
