“She wasn't a friend, though, was she?” Jade shakes her head and picks at the label on her beer bottle. “If she'd been a friend, she never would have done that. I would never do that to you. I don't care if you married Jason Momoa himself, and he hit on me one night when I was so drunk I could barely see, I still wouldn't do that to you. You matter more to me than any guy.”

It’s rare that I allow myself to be vulnerable, but for some reason I feel like I need to right now. “Do you mean that?” I ask.

Her brows raise and her eyes widen, but her lips tighten into a thin line. “I can't believe you're asking me. Of course I mean it. Bitch, I would never do that to you. Why are you even asking?”

I give her a wry smile. “I don't know. Maybe because you're flirting up a storm with my bodyguard.” I fix her with a narrowed gaze.

“Who said I was flirting?”

I scowl. I saw.

She laughs. “Babe, what gives? You said he's not your type. I mean, he literally is not your type. If anyone had said to me: show me a man who is the definition of not Carrie’s type, I would have created him out of my imagination. But if you don't want me to flirt with him because he's guarding you, I get that. I'll stop.” She holds her hands up in peace. Then a little smile crosses her pretty face. “Unless, there’s more?”

“It’s possible he might be a bit more of my type than I ever imagined.” I glance down at the table and scratch the wood with my thumbnail.

“Seriously? No shit. I’ve seen you eyeball him. Can’t keep those pretty blues of yours from flicking his way all the time.”

I look up at her from under my lashes, my cheeks heating. I’m that obvious?

“Darling, you don't have to say another word. Your face tells me everything. Girl’s gone and got a crush on her bodyguard.” She gives a slow chuckle. “I won't even look at him again. I'm going to say something to you, though. He is hot as fuck. I swear to God, Carrie, if you don't make a move on him, I will never forgive you. Just be careful is all.”

Make a move? Not happening. I'm scared to because I don't think I could deal with him. I don't think I could even take his pierced, massive, oversized appendage. “You know what, forget everything I said.” I flash her a smile. “I won't ever be doing anything with him, so it's unfair of me to ask you to back off. Go for it, and have some fun.”

It would be good if she did. A way out. My stupid little crush can be completely squashed if my best friend and Samuel get together.