‘You what?’
‘It’s a California king and we put four pillows down the middle of the bed – we didn’t touch or anything.’
‘But?’
‘How do you know there’s abut?’
‘Laney.’
‘Okay, fine. But this morning, when I got back from getting coffee, he was in bed and he didn’t have his shirt on and?—’
‘Oh my god, you’re into him.’
Is it better or worse that she’s the one who said it out loud?
‘Yeah.’
‘Delaney Rae, what the actual fuck?’
‘Please don’t middle name me right now. I already feel like shit, and I’m so confused. I mean, he’s not even my type – he’s yours!’
‘He’s a hot, forty-year-old Latino lawyer?’
‘Not that one. Your other type – superhero beefcake.’
‘Holy shit…’
‘Yeah.’
‘Well, definitely don’t share a bed with him again – Nicholas would freak if he ever found out.’
‘We won’t. Nick’s moving to another hotel this afternoon.’
‘Good. And maybe just avoid him till you get off Capri.’
I scrunch my nose, even though she can’t see me. Icouldavoid Nick, but then I wouldn’t get to do all the cool things True North has lined up for us.
‘Laney?’
‘Um…’
‘You don’t want to.’
It’s not even a question – that’s how well she knows me.
‘No.’
‘Is it more than physical attraction?’ she asks.
Is it?
‘Look,’ she says before I respond, ‘I’m not going to tell you what to do or what not to do, but I will say this – if you’re having feelings for someone else, then maybe this thing with Nicholas has run its course.’
This thing.As in the two-year long-distance relationship I’ve worked my ass off to keep alive.
‘Maybe,’ I say.
‘Just don’t do anything rash.’