“I don’t know.” She lets out a breath, relieved. “Now you have to find a new roommate, which is such a headache.”
Oh, right. That wasn’t something I’d considered. Part of me thought I’d live with Bekah until I graduated. The future hadn’t been an issue because she’s a constant in it, for me. Of course, she’ll remain a constant. Moving out—whenever that happens—and marriage, and eventually babies and new life stages won’t take Bekah out of my life. I mean it when I say I’m thrilled for her. Knowing someone as capable as Peter is going to be her life partner is even more satisfying, because she’s dealt with a lot of hardship over the years and struggled to manage her depression,and he’s a brilliant psychologist who knows what signs to watch for.
I really couldn’t have picked a better man for my best friend.
“Who I am going to live with is such an inconsequential detail right now, Beks. I’m so happy for you. Does a Christmas engagement mean we’re also going to be planning a Christmas wedding?”
“That’s kind of what I had in mind,” she says. “Can’t you picture it? All deep green dresses and twinkle lights and red velvet accents? It would be so classy.”
“You could get away with doing it at the beginning of the month too if you want to celebrate your anniversary apart from Christmas every year.”
She draws in a short gasp. “You’re right.”
Luna rushes down the stairs, bouncing Oliver in her arms and blowing raspberries in his neck to his immense giggles.
“Is that who I think it is?” Bekah asks, and I immediately get a FaceTime request.
I answer it and find her sitting up in bed with orange lamplight on her face and no makeup. “I won’t be offended that I only got a phone call.”
“I want to see that baby,” she says. “Besides, I’m going to bed.”
“You know we live together. I see you like this every night.”
Bekah rolls her eyes. “Gimme.”
Luna carries Oliver toward the sofa and sits next to me, pushing herself into the frame. “Hey, Bekah! Ollie, say hi.”
He buries his face in her shoulder.
“He’s so cute,” she says.
“I want to see the ring,” I tell her.
“Ring?” Luna leans forward. “When did this happen?”
“Tonight!” Bekah turns her hand around and brings it close to the camera, but it’s too blurry to get a clear shot.
“Can’t really see it. Send a picture when we’re off, maybe,” I suggest.
“Okay.” She yawns. “I better go. Love you. And don’t forget your homework. Kiss that Scottish guy and report back, pronto, or I’m not letting you back in the apartment.”
A throat clears. Luna and I lift our heads in unison to find Gavin in his apron, standing at the kitchen door.
“Thanks for that, Beks.”
“What?” she asks. “Oh my…is he there? The phone is super loud right now, huh? Okay. Uh. Sorry, sir. That’s totally on me. Callie hasn’t talked about kissing youat all.”
My face flames. “Bye.”
I hit the end call button before she can say anything else that might incriminate me further. Gavin already knows about my depravity. No sense in enlightening him more.
Thick silence blankets the room for a beat before Oliver sits up. “Hungry.”
“Okay, baby, let’s go get some breakfast.” Luna sets him on the floor, where he immediately runs toward the kitchen, and she follows, stepping around Gavin.
“Good morning, sunshine!” Mom says as soon as they go into the kitchen, but the rest is swallowed up by the closing door and the blood pounding in my ears.
I stand up, swallowing against my dry throat. “She has old information.”
