He’s not wrong, Hudson and Wren are married, they tell each other everything. Still, I can’t lie to my best friend.
“Then it’s just them. I need someone on my side in this, Jett,” I say. “You have a whole team of people behind you. I can’t do this alone.”
He thinks for a moment, scratching the short beard growing in along his chiseled jaw line. The knot in my gut tightens as I think about what else might change his mind.
But to my surprise, he answers with a simple, “you’re right. But only Wren and Hudson. No one else.”
Relief floods over me, knowing that I can lean on my best friend.
Silence stretches between us as I turn the plan over in my mind, inspecting it from all angles, looking for cracks. But I find none. Not ones that would be worth losing Thistle + Thorne over.
“Okay,” I say finally, hesitant as I’m still reserved about the whole thing.
“What was that?” He asks, a grin spreading across his face. He heard me just fine.
“Okay,” I answer, louder this time.
“I’m going to need you to ask me. Propose to me, Poppy Thorne,” Jett teases.
I quirk an eyebrow.
“Do you want to get married, Jett?”
His cheeky smirk never leaves his face, and he places a hand over his heart as if he’s touched by the question. I’m already rolling my eyes as he answers.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he says.
A mix of excitement and nerves tangle in my gut as Jett and I move to sit on the couch to discuss the new plan in more depth—where we’ll live, how we’ll balance our time between his skiing and me having to look after the café, and how we’ll get his team on board.
I sit with my legs up on the cushion, knees bent in front of me. My sock brushes against Jett’s leg, and goosebumps scatter of my leg from the point of contact.
We’re doing this. Jett Landry and I are getting married. If someone had told me a week ago that I’d be marrying Jett, I’d tell them they need to see a doctor because something is clearly very wrong.
Jett is the last person I imagined ever settling down, even if the marriage isn’t real.
I find my phone and quickly type out a message to Wren.
I think I may have found a solution to my problem.
WREN
What??!! You found THE ONE?!!
…something like that.
I’ll fill you in the next time I see you.
CHAPTER 9
JETT
“I’ll callDan and tell him the happy news,” I say to Poppy as we settle in on her worn, squishy couch.
Her cat comes over almost instantly and startsrubbingon me again. I ignore it until she finally lays down, though she leaves behind a trail of fur on my sweats.
Thankfully, Poppy pulls the cat into her lap and away from me. I don’t need fur all over me, I’ll be sneezing the rest of the night.
I find Dan in my contacts and hesitate before pressing the call button. Dan has strict rules about his bedtime, and it’s already late so I know he’ll be pissed.
