That would be stupid.
Okay, I was a little jealous. But I didn’t blame him. Not really. I couldn’t expect him to be an eternal bachelor for my sake.
Jack and Olivia lounged comfortably on their sofa, her feet tucked under her as the prelims got underway. Jack’s arm draped casually over her shoulders. It was hard not to feel like a third wheel with those two lovebirds constantly touching.
“What’s new, Liv?” I asked, trying to drown out the pity party I was throwing myself in my head. “Other than the wedding planning. I don’t need to hear another thing about wedding planning for the rest of my life.”
She set her beer bottle onto the long glass coffee table as she smiled and shook her head. “You and me both. I’m starting to think we should have eloped. So much simpler. Could have saved us the headache of planning.”
Jack scowled as he slid a coaster under her beer. “Not a chance in hell. Your mom would slaughter me. Actually, my mom would probably kill me first. She’s been looking forward to this day for years.”
She laughed. “Probably true.” She angled toward me. “Work’s been pretty steady, and I’ve gotten some extra time in with Eve the last few weeks with the lull in her audition schedule.”
I snorted at the mention of Eve, and Olivia apparently took note because her eyes turned to steel as she narrowed them in my direction.
I turned toward the TV, thinking I should probably keep my opinions about her best friend to myself. Everyone knew there was no love lost between me and Eve.
“Eve told me you guys had dinner the other night.”
“Yeah. Planning. Well, once she retracted her claws, that is.” I immediately regretted letting that last statement out of my mouth.
Jack’s head snapped in my direction. “What the hell is the deal with you two, anyway?”
“Fuck if I know. One day we were flirting and going out on a date and the next she wanted to disembowel me. Women are a mystery.” I reached toward the bag of chips on the coffee table.
“Wait.” Olivia held her hand up, causing me to freeze with my hand still in the bag. “Are you serious?”
I shot her a dark look. “Yes?”
“Eve never told you why she stormed out of your date?”
“No. I assumed she changed her mind or was pissed I danced with Nora. Was there more?”
She shook her head back and forth at my lack of knowledge. “Yeah. There was a little more to it than youdancingwith Nora.”
“Well?” I asked, urging her to give me more details. “What was it?”
“Men are complete idiots sometimes.”
“Hey...” Jack cut in.
“Not you,” she cajoled. “You’re rarely idiotic.”
Jack leaned in, smiling like a jackass, and kissed her forehead.
“So, are you going to explain why she hates me?”
“Nope,” she said, popping a chip into her mouth.
“What? Why not?”
“Girl code. Sorry. If you thinkrealhard, I’m sure it will come to you.” She winked at me before taking another swig from her beer.
“It’s been months. If I haven’t figured it out yet, then I probably never will.”
She shrugged like it wasn’t her problem. “Just ask her. I’m sure she would love to tell you all the ways you’ve fucked up over the last few months.” She smirked.
“Fuck,” I ground out, downing the last of my beer and resolving that I would just deal with this frigid version of Eve until she got over it or I died, whichever came first. My bet was on the latter. There was no way I wanted to open that can of worms.
