Chapters (39)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION
- CONTENTS
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
This hit me hard, like running straight into an accidentally closed door. Of course she would be living with Allan after she got married. But that was supposed to be two years from now, not tomorrow. “You’re moving out.”
Her lower lip started to tremble. “I don’t want to leave you. I think that’s one of the reasons I held on to the idea of a double wedding for so long—that neither one of us would be leaving the other. I don’t want you to be alone.”
“I can get another roommate.” At her crestfallen expression, I hurried to add, “Of course she won’t be you. No one could ever replace you. And I’ll come visit you and you can visit me and we’ll do girls’ nights.”
“Right.”
But my promise felt a little hollow. Things were going to change completely. While I was ninety-nine percent thrilled for her that she was marrying the man she loved, that one percent twinged with sadness at the idea that we weren’t going to be living together anymore.
Noah and Allan were arguing. Allan said, “You can’t do this. You can’t hire a private jet to fly us to Las Vegas.”
“It’s already done.”
“I’ll pay you back,” Allan insisted.
“No, you won’t. It’s a wedding gift. I also made hotel arrangements for all of us.”
Allan looked exasperated and like he didn’t know what to do.
“Give it up, Allan,” I called out. “You won’t win.”
Noah grinned at me and winked, and Shelby sighed. “I love how he looks at you. Do you even see it? How soft his gaze is every time you speak? It happens when he and I are talking about you, too.”
They talked about me? Like how? I wanted to ask her, but given that we had company, I couldn’t really dive into it. So I settled on, “I don’t know what you’re trying to say here.”
“He’s about to fly us on a private jet to Las Vegas, which I personally have always dreamed about doing, and he’s made hotel and car arrangements. And no matter how good I am at interior design, this is not for me. This is all for you. Because I’m your best friend and he wants to make you happy.”
“No,” I protested. “He’s a really generous person. We—”
“I swear on all that is holy, if you say that you are only friends, I will hurt you. This is my wedding day. You have to humor me. And I say you may not know it yet, but that boy is falling for you.”