“Phew.” Nora wipes imaginary sweat from her forehead. “Because you need to stay with Dom. I mean, any girl would be lucky to have Dom, but you two seem especially good together. He gets you. You complete one another.”

The problem with listening to Nora’s advice is that I’m no longer sure if she is giving it to better my life or her own. I know how convenient it would be if Dom asked me to move in with him tomorrow morning. Which he might, by the looks of things.

“I mean . . . sometimes I wonder, you know.” I put it out there, in the universe.

“Wonder about what?” She angles her head.

“About Dom and me. If we’re really that good together, or if it’s just because we’re so . . .” Desperate to love someone. Anyone. I need Dom because he fills my life, so loving him is easy. He is my lifeline. As for why he picked me—I’m still not completely sure about that.

“Of course you’re good together. Do you think I don’t wonder about other guys every now and then? Because I do. All the time. But ultimately, Colt is the entire package for me.”

Yes, I want to say. But that’s the thing about relationships. Experience may vary.

“I don’t know if he’s the one,” I say, because it’s the honest-to-God truth. Especially now.

“Well, do you love him?” Nora asks.

“Yeah, of course.”

“And is the sex good?”

“The sex is great.”

“Do you think he’ll be a good dad?” Nora fires her questions in dazzling speed.

“Dom? He’s going to be perfect. A T-ball-coach type of dad.”

“Then there you have it. He’s the one. Final verdict.”

I don’t think it’s that simple, but I have a feeling Nora and I will be going in circles for eternity if I continue questioning my feelings. She is firmly on Team Dover (Dom and Ever). Loki jumps from my lap, heading for his bowl. Nora sighs dreamingly.

“What?” I look at her more closely now, noticing for the first time that she is not drunk nor hungover. She is glowing. Her smile is big enough to fit a banana into. Horizontally.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” She waves her hand in my face again—for the sixth time since she got in the door, actually—and I finally see it. The big, glaring, shiny diamond ring twinkling on her engagement finger.

I let out an ear-piercing shriek, and we both jump on the couch in unison, holding hands. Words fly in the air like confetti. Oh my God and Show me the ring again and You’re going to be a perfect bride and How did he do it?