Page 26 of The Nicest Thing

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"Traitors," I grumbled.

"Hey!Don't talk that way about your cousins."

"Sorry."

Her eyes were bright as she asked, "So, who is he?"

"Finn's my friend," I said, going with the least complicated answer."My best friend."

"Does Finn have a last name?"

"Yes, O'Brien."

"Ooh, Irish.They're very passionate."

"Grandma."

"Not as much as we of French-Spanish descent," she went on."But the Irish have fire in their blood."

My cheeks went red, but I said, "I wouldn't know about that."

"What else is he?"

My fake husband as of yesterday.

The guy I love but can never tell.

My muse.

My soulmate.

"He's the best guy I've ever met," I said with a sigh."Ever.We've been best friends for years, and I desperately want to keep it that way.Isn't that enough?"

"More than enough," she said with a wide grin."Are you still doing the book signing tonight?"

"Yep."

"Is he coming?"

"Probably not considering I didn't tell him."

"I found out about it in your newsletter."

"Grandma, only like 10 people read that."

"Hmph.Feeling good about it?"

"If by good you mean nervous and slightly terrified, then yes.Absolutely good."

She laughed and placed a hand on my arm."It will go well."

"I hope so."

"I know so."

I looked up at her and gave a nod."Then I know too."

"I really wish I could be there," she said.

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