Adjusting myself, I rest my head back on the couch as she strides in, coming to a stop beside me.
“Crane?!”
I wave a hand at her, noting that she’s not changed a bit in five years.
Some people are lucky like that—time either eats away at you or it leaves you be. In rare cases, it lets youthrive.Kiki chews on the inside of her cheek, no doubt putting two and two together and getting fucking four.
Her eyes dart from me to Sierra, and I can almosthearthe cogs whirring in her mind.
Fucking cogs.
“Hey, Kiki. Long time, no see.”
“Huh, you took off as I remember.”
Ouch.
The hollow voice of thebest friend.
“Fucked my bestie and fuckedoff,actually.” Kiki continues chewing on her cheek. “Fuckingmen.”
Sierra places two fresh glasses of wine on the table, refusing to meet my eyes.
“Kiki, don’t. I’ll explain.”
Warning pleas leave her eyes, and Kiki arches a brow.
A silent conversation is louder than any that can take place with words.
Especially when it’s two women discussing a mere man.
Me.
“I better go.”
Sierra panics, her eyes wide as Kiki grips my shoulder, applying slight pressure so that I remain seated.
“Sierra?” Kiki gazes at her best friend, her hand heavy on me. “I don’t want him to leave because of me.”
The beauty that is Sierra looks at me helplessly, her flushed cheeks and swollen lips holding our secret.
“Crane was just leaving,” Sierra exhales, waving at me. “Let me walk him out.”
Kiki moves her hand, shrugging at me.
She doesn’t buy it.
“Nice to see you again. Maybe I’ll see you at the party.”
Kiki frowns.
“Party?”
Sierra lets out a nervous laugh.
“Bachelorette/bachelor party. We’re having a joint one.”
Kiki nods, realisation flooding her curious eyes.
