Page 37 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Well, she arrives in three.

I walk out of the building to see her seated on the hood of her car. She’s wearing her black leather jacket over a white tank top, her black leather boots over a part of her jeans, and a black leather beanie.

“Took you long enough,” she calls out, chewing gum.

I huff, “Forgive me for not realizing how slow the elevator moves to get down here compared to how fast you can get here,” I squint suspiciously at her, “You were already close by, weren’t you?”

She makes a mock, innocent face, “What makes you think that?”

“Fiona.”

“Okay, okay,” she lifts her hands up in surrender, “I was only several blocks away when you called me. But can you blame me? I finally get to go out with my best friend for the first time in who knows how long. A little overexcitement can’t hurt.”

We get into the car, and Fiona claps her hands as she turns to me, “So…where do we want to go?”

I open my phone to show her the list of places I have already thought about. “I think you mean, where do we go first?”

My head hurts from the loud music. We’re at a band concert in the middle of a park, and I can’t say I’m enjoying it so much. The performance by the band is okay, but some crowds aren’t making it enjoyable for others.

One of such crowds is Fiona, who is standing next to me. Every time she opens her mouth, I have to hold my hands over my ears to make sure my eardrums won’t break.

She screams at the top of her lungs, “WE LOVE YOU GUYS!”

I dig my elbow into her side to stop her, “Oh God, for the millionth time, Fiona, you’re too loud right next to me!”

She turns to me with an indifferent shrug, “I want them to hear me.”

She returns back to cheering them on, and I sink back into my thoughts. Concerns over my growing feelings for Kane have me tune out the noise and into my own small world where acceptance and denial are engaged in a tug-of-war.

I don’t know how long I sit there brooding, but after a while, Fiona pinches me, and I jerk in my seat, glaring at her as I rub the spot, “What the heck, Fiona?”

She pops her gum in my face and, in a very sassy tone, tells me, “You’ve been standing there like a statue for the past ten minutes. Something is on your mind, and you’re going to tell me.”

She sits down on the bench, crossing her legs and placing her locked fingers on her knee.

Finally, I think. I’ve been waiting for her to be done with this noise fest so we can talk.

Blowing out a breath, I rush out, “I think I’m in love with Kane.”

Her face lights up, and she smiles, “Oh wow. You’ve finally realized it.”

What? I’m finally realizing it?

At my confused expression, she rolls her eyes and explains, “It was pretty obvious from the way you kept talking about him. And when you brought him to my place, I had to peel you two off of each other.”

Well, if she says it like that…

I throw my head into my hands with a groan, “Ugh. This is bad.”

“Is it?” Fiona asks, raising her eyebrows.

I look up to see her giving me a meaningful look. “Are you sure you don’t want to give him a chance?”

“Fiona!” I exclaim, “I just got out of a relationship with Tim. It hasn’t even been two months yet.”

She sighs like I’m not getting the point, “And so what? Who says there has to be a time frame for love? “

No one, I guess.

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