“Promise.” He crossed his heart with his right hand. “I just want you to create your dream house.”
And right then, two—no, three—things happened. One, I decide to move in with Sam. Two, my ovaries explode, but that’s sort of a daily thing with Sam. And three, I realize I love Sam Griffin. Deeply.
And do you want to know the best part of that? He’s my friend. I’d go to so far as to say he’s becoming my best friend. And you can’t get any better than that. “Sam?” I say, pushing up onto my elbow so I can look him in the eyes.
“Yeah?” His gray eyes look leery.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes. We’ll move in with you.”
“We?”
“Henry Miller and me.”
“Of course Henry, too. He’s part of our family.”
Oh, shit. Now he did it. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I bury my face next to his ear and sniffle. “You’re the best, Sam Griffin.”
“You are.”
I snicker against his neck and roll my eyes. Here we go again.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Sneak Attack
Sam
Now that things with Colette and me appear to be on the right track, she’s come to the conclusion that, in order to be happy, she needs to reconcile with Candy. The problem is … how to do that?
She and I discussed some ideas like inviting her over for dinner, but we decided that might put her on the defensive. If she’d even agree to it. So, the next plan was a sneak attack. And that’s what we’re doing. We’ve just pulled up to Candy’s place, where this week’s Sunday Funday is currently in full swing. I suggested she meet with Candy privately first, but Colette didn’t want it to go down like that. She figures surprise is her best tactic.
I stare at the monstrosity that is Candy’s house. It’s got to be about four thousand square feet, in what realtors like to refer to as Tuscan style. I’ve been to Tuscany with a study abroad program, and let me tell you, houses are modest there. This one stands out.
“Big house.” It’s the only thing I can say about it.
“It’s Candy’s dream home.”
“Interesting.”
She giggles, and I know she heard the sarcasm in my voice. She gets me.
“Let me grab the board out of the back.” Colette insisted we bring one of those sharcutie board things to this shindig. She thinks it’ll impress her oldest sister. That’s all it took for me to order the largest one available. Not only that, Colette chose everything that went on this one.
“Good thing you’ve got a truck.” Colette snorts. “That thing is bigger than Texas.”
“It weighs about as much as a car, too.”
“Oh.” She steps closer. “Let me help.”
“You just hold the door.” It’s only one board. Nothing she can do to help with that. “That’d be the biggest help.”
“All rright.” She jogs in front of me, getting to the door in time to open it.
When it swings open, I step through and hear … nothing. It’s not because the large living room kitchen combination is empty. It’s not. It’s filled with Munsels. It’s just the second they saw Colette and probably me, they froze. “Hey,” Colette says weakly.
