Page 74 of Some Sort of Happy (Happy Crazy Love 1)
“That is not a nothing
face. That is an I-did-something-naughty face. Trust me, I’m the big sister. I know that face of yours.”
I grinned, lifting my tea to my lips. “Guilty.”
“So?”
“I have a very sore tongue muscle today.”
Jillian’s dark, high-arched brows shot up. “You do? And how’s his tongue?”
“I’d be surprised if he can talk normally. I can barely walk normally.”
“Oh my god,” she groaned, fanning herself. “You’re so lucky. Damn.”
“I know.” I picked up the resume. “So this looks good, you think?” It wasn’t that I didn’t want to spill to her, I just felt protective of what Sebastian and I had together. It was so new, and felt so fragile.
“Yes. It’s fine. I want to hear more about the guy.” She propped her chin on her hand and looked at me dreamily. “I need to live vicariously.”
“Jill. Come on. You’re beautiful. You’re a doctor. Where are all the beautiful male doctors I see on soap operas?”
She rolled her eyes. “Married. Or fucking nurses. Or fucking anyone else they want to because they’re too busy to have a relationship.” Sighing, she sat up straight again. “And I guess I am, too. It just gets a little lonely sometimes.”
“So fuck a hot doctor for fun.”
“A year or two ago, I would have. I did. But now I think I’ll hold out for something better. What about you? Is this going somewhere, you think?”
I shrugged, but couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “I don’t know. Feels like maybe.”
“Like maybe? Is there long term potential there?” She brought her cup to her lips.
I rolled my eyes. “Jillian, it’s only been like ten days. I don’t even know what he’s thinking long term for himself. And he… once said something about not believing in the one.”
Her brow wrinkled. “The one?”
“Yeah, you know. The one. The idea that there’s one perfect person for you and you have to find her or him.”
“Ah, a soul mate,” she said. “Very romantic idea. But I’m not sure it’s real, either.”
Glancing around at her clean, modern condo, I wondered if she ever pictured living here with someone else, or if she was content to live alone. “I don’t know what I believe. But I do know he sends mixed signals…when he first talked about his cabin I got the feeling he really enjoyed the solitude, but he always wants me to sleep there now, even if I have to get up crazy early for work the next morning and he has to drive me.”
“Sound like he really likes you too, then.”
“I think so. I hope so.”
“It also sounds like you need your own car.”
I groaned, dropping my head back. “Yes. A car. An apartment. A job. Grown up things.”
“Well, here you go.” She set the resume in front of me. “Step one. Go get it.”
I took a deep breath. “You think I can?”
“I know you can.” She lifted her tea with two hands. “What’s with the insecurity? Since when have you ever lacked confidence about something?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Since Mom told me I wasn’t a special snowflake.”
Jillian choked on her tea. “What?”
