Page 107 of Ruin The Friendship
“Really. Give me your number. I’ll drop a hint to my boss that I have someone in mind and give her your info. She’s amazing.”
“I can’t believe this.” Hattie swipes at her eyes. “Is this real life?”
“Sure is,” I say, pulling her in for a hug.
“You’re stuck with us now, whether you decide to take the jobs or not,” Grace says, also hugging her.
“I can’t offer you a job, but I can offer a friendship,” Zoey chimes in.
“I’ll gladly take it.” Hattie gives Zoey a watery smile, looking at her engagement ring. “Are you engaged?”
Zoey smiles softly. “Yeah. My fiancé, Vincent, and I have been together forthree years.”
“Congratulations,” Hattie shrieks, while Grace and I share a look.
Vincent is no one’s favorite person, but he makes Zoey happy, so we support her. He’s not inherently a bad person, or bad for Zoey, he’s just… stiff. He doesn’t know how to let loose. “When’s the wedding?”
Now, Zoey looks uncomfortable. “We haven’t set a date yet. Vincent says he wants a long engagement, so we’re waiting another year before we decide.”
“That’s fair,” Hattie replies. “Think of all the fun you’ll have when you start planning.”
“I can’t wait,” Zoey says, her cheeks heating. “I already know what dress I want. As soon as I can, we’re going dress shopping.”
“Yes!” Grace cheers.
“I’m there,” I respond.
All three of us turn our gaze to the ice, where Fletcher fakes a shot at Dylan, and Dylan still makes the save over his right shoulder. It’s an impressive save. Trigg hoots, rounding the net from behind to slap Dylan on the shoulder and tap their helmets together. Fletcher and Calvin both do the same, hugging Dylan and tapping foreheads. It’s adorable.
“I’m lucky I get to be his aunt.” Hattie sniffles. “I’m so proud of him.”
46
SOMEONE SPECIAL
LYDIA
TWENTY-NINE WEEKS PREGNANT
“Hey, beautiful,” Fletcher says as I answer the incoming FaceTime call.
I try not to blush as he stares at me through the screen, but I can’t help it. Every time he calls me that, I swoon, even if I look gross right now.
I’m lying on my side in bed with my giant pregnancy pillow stuffed between my thighs and under my ever-growing belly. Since I wasn’t in his arms last night, I barely slept, and I’m exhausted.
“Hey,” I say. “How are you?”
“Alright. Missing you, but I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” He scoots against the headboard of his hotel bed.
“Thank goodness.”
“Why? You miss me, too?” His eyes glisten with humor.
“Nope.” I bite my lip to try to stop myself from smiling.
“You liar.” He laughs, his smile giving me an extra boost of serotonin. “Whose bed are you in right now?”
I shift the phone closer to my face. “None of your business, Mister.”
