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Remy: Just say whatever you have to say.

Me: Okay. I’m in love with Cassie.

Remy: Jesus. Is that all?

Me: WTH? You’re my best friend. I’m not going to propose to your sister without getting your permission first.

Remy: You are such a fucking moron sometimes

Me: ???

Remy: you honestly think I didn’t know you were in love with her?

I don’t respond right away. Because, yeah, maybe I was being a dumbass, but it never actually occurred to me that he was paying any attention to my growing friendship with Cassie.

When I don’t answer, Remy sends me another message.

Remy: I’m not a moron. And I have eyes in my head. Every time you got a package or an email from her, you lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Or a kid on Christmas morning. Or whatever.

Remy: Okay, so I’m not the metaphor guy. My point is, you were into her. And you did a shit job at hiding it.

Me: And you’re okay with this?

Remy: Fuck yeah.

Remy: I mean, I don’t need to hear details.

Me: Obviously.

Remy: You’re my best friend. I know you’re a good guy. I know you’ll treat her right.

Remy: And I know how to kill you if you don’t. Not that I’d have to, because Cassie would do it herself.

Me: You’re really okay with this?

Remy: Dude. What did I say to you just last week?

Me: ???

Remy: When we met at Ace’s a week ago. You followed her out to the car. To ‘make sure she was okay to drive’.

Remy: I literally told you to go for it.

Me: You did?

Remy: Those exact words, but you had your head so far up your ass you clearly missed it.

Remy: Cassie deserves a hell of a lot better than Sir Reginald Douche Canoe. Make sure you give it to her.

Remy: And if you ever make a fucking joke about what you give her, I will bury you.

Remy: Now stop fucking messaging me

An hour later, when Jonah shows back up, he doesn’t even ask. He just gestures to the boat and we head out. It’s time to go get my girl.

chaptertwenty-seven

Cassie

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