For five years.
Part of me wants to spill all to him, to tell him he’s all I’ve ever wanted and more, but I can’t.
I have aboyfriend.
Who I love.
Shit.
I’m working tomorrow, and my calendar is riddled with stupid shit that will prevent me from seeing Crane for a few days.
I eye the scrawl that tells me I’ve got a date night with Declan coming up, and I bite my lip.
Declan won’t mind if I change it.
We do it every week.
He’ll mind if he knows it’s so you can see Crane,my conscience reminds me.
But it’s to sort out my brother's wedding,I argue.
SIERRA: Are you free Friday night? You can come to mine if you are, I’ll cook.
That’s not cheating, is it?
He’s the best man, and I’m the maid of honour.
Wehaveto arrange things together.
CRANE: Sounds good. Can you send me your address? Hope Kiki is okay!
I send him my address, wondering what I’m going to wear and what the hell I’m going to cook.
He’s huge. His appetite probably is too.
Those muscles need protein…
Stop!
I devour the noodles, pacing my kitchen until car headlights fill the room.
Kiki.
I force the images of Crane out of my mind and head over to open the door for my drenched friend.
Despite the open door, she continues to stand in the rain, waving her hands helplessly.
Her makeup streams down her face, her lips contorting into a sob as she slowly walks toward me.
I hold my arms out, not caring how wet she is when she falls into them, breaking down.
“He’s…he’s called off the wedding.”
I freeze, knowing Greg’s ass is mine.
“Oh, Kiki, I’m so sorry,” I murmur, pulling her through the door.
“He said he doesn’t love me anymore.”
