“You’re a good friend, Ryan.”
He spins back to me like a deer in headlights. “Whoa, no need to pull out the first names.”
“I mean it, man. Thanks for calling me to come over here. You didn’t have to do that.” I squeeze his shoulder when he looks at me, offering a sincere nod before he responds.
“Yeah, I did. She needed you.”
“She would’ve been fine with just you too.”
“Nah, she may fight it, but she’s in love with you. You’re who she needed today.”
“I needed both of you,” Bree says from the bottom of the stairs. She crosses the room and runs into Miller’s waiting arms. They embrace like they’ve been waiting for this hug for years. His shoulders shutter as he whispers into her ear. When he looks up at me, I see the unshed tears in his eyes.
They continue to speak in hushed whispers, so I give them a minute alone and head outside to bring in my bags that I left inthe car. When I get back inside, they break apart and Bree wipes away Miller’s tears and he does the same for her.
“Right, well, enough of that.” Miller claps his hands together. “Are you ready for a wild afternoon?”
“Hit me,” Bree says, walking to me, tucking herself under my arm and kissing my jaw.
“Movie marathon, ice cream sundaes, your favorite delivery, and the three of us on the couch all afternoon. How does that sound?” He counts off each one excitedly.
“What’s my favorite delivery?” she challenges.
“I don’t think you’ve decided yet, so you choose and we can order it for dinner.”
“What about the movie snacks?”
“Already taken care of. Raided the stash.” He waves his hand over the kitchen island littered with all kinds of candy and popcorn.
“You’re the best, Mills.” She smiles widely at her best friend. After spending more time with them together, I feel silly for thinking there could ever be anything romantic between them. Their relationship is like his with Fields—familial and full of love and jokes.
“I know.”
“So, what are we watching?” I ask as they carry all the snacks to the living room.
“Fast and Furious, duh,” Bree answers like it’s the most obvious choice for a marathon.
“Wait wait wait, you watch theFast and Furiousmovies?” She’s full of surprises.
“Bro, she’s obsessed. It’s the craziest thing.”
“I’m not obsessed. I just find comfort in the—well, shut up. I just like them okay.” She huffs.
“Not judging, Princess. Just unexpected.” I kiss her cheek. “And kinda hot.”
“I heard that,” Miller says, picking up the remote from the coffee table.
“You weren’t supposed to.”
“I’m literally right here and you’re not quiet.”
“Just turn on the movie.” Bree pushes me down onto the chaise lounge side of the couch and crawls into my lap.
“Wait, Rook, were you even alive when this movie came out?” Miller pulls up the first Fast and Furious movie.
“When was it released?”
“2001.”
