Elle pauses, looking up from Lucie’s hand. “Well, that is just adorable.”
“Isn’t it?” Lucie pulls out her phone, her thumb typing slowly. “God bless him, he brought Adam along, who apparently also agrees that no ring is good enough. I’m going to meet him at one store after this to help before my doctor’s appointment.”
Why am I not surprised? Adam gives Will hell on the daily, why would he think bringing him shopping for his sister’s engagement ring would go smoothly?
“So, when is he going to ask her? Her birthday?”
“No, he’s waiting until Opening Day at the stadium. A little rewriting of some bad memories, I suppose.” Lucie drops her phone. “I was thinking of throwing them an engagement party after, do you think we could rent out the upstairs bar at Winedown?”
“I’m sure. I can talk to Mia about it.”
Even if I’m dreading the idea of working tonight, I have to go. I need space from being around Beck. I don’t want it, but it’s for the freaking best.
Our lazy day yesterday ended on such a weird note. When he came back in with Dottie we started another movie then ate our food in silence.
The weirdest part was that our silence didn’t exactly feel awkward. It wasn’t our norm by any means. I definitely wouldn’tcall it comfortable silence either. It just felt like there was this pink elephant in the corner, and we were a little too impaired to address it.
“Speaking of work—kind of…” Lucie segues. “Have you thought about the offer to do your own shop with Reagan?”
I blow out a breath. “Sort of…now, no one say anything, but I did talk to Beck about it yesterday.”
The looks the three of them exchange say enough, but Lucie swallows down her giddy the best she can. “Oh yeah, how’d that go?”
Horrible. Embarrassing. I’m just waiting for my crush confession to be thrown back in my face, but I’m hoping yesterday’s talks might overshadow that small part a little bit.
“It was fine. I can’t say I can make it work, but Reagan mentioned I could look at the space this week. I might also call Callie and see if she can help me crunch some numbers.”
Lucie nods, folding her lips together to fight her smile. “Great. I have no additional questions.”
“Good,” I say snarkily, knowing she’s most definitely lying, but I know her questions are not related to Reagan or Callie at all.
Lucie does her best for the rest of the appointment to let go every mention I make of Beck. That is until we step one foot onto the sidewalk.
“Okay, I have to ask?—”
I hold my hand up, cutting her off. “You get one question.”
“Four,” she counters.
“Luce—”
She grabs my arm. “Okay, three, pleaseeee?”
“Does that count?”
“Nope.” She smiles. “First one, are you okay? I know this has been a lot for you, and from what Dex’s told me, Beck’s notexactly having the easiest time with his family right now. If you need to stay with us, just know our door is always open.”
There’s a pain in my chest. “Luce, you’ve been screaming for me to give Beck a chance for months—I didn’t think this would be your first question.”
Lucie waves her hand. “Oh, I’m still planning our future where we all share a penthouse floor like our own little MLB compound, but I’m always Team Jensen first.”
Yeah, this is exactly why I let her get away with all her pestering. “You really are the best, you know that, right?”
Lucie smiles brightly. “Hold on to that feeling.”
“Touché.” I lock my arm in hers as we walk down the sidewalk. “Honestly, I don’t know what I am. I can’t decide if I want to pack all my bags and get out of his place as quickly as possible… Or say screw it and just take up his offer to move in more long term while I make things work with Reagan.”
“I could see that. Living with someone you’re attracted to is rough. I mean, just look at me, I speak from experience.”
