One
Nadia
“I’m getting married.”
I stare at my best friend across the neon-lit table of the overpriced Reno bar we’re sitting at. “Babe, you’ve known the guy for like three hours.”
“Four,” Leah corrects, grinning like a lovesick fool. “And when you know, you know.”
I shake my head. “You know nothing. You’re nuts.”
She beams wider. “I’m in love.”
I wag a finger in her face. “Wait till I call your mom.”
She shakes her head, still smiling huge, eyes dreamy. “George is amazing. Mama will love him.”
I roll my eyes. George, the man in question, is at the bar, taking care of our tab. He does seem nice, and just as taken by my bestie as she is by him. God save us from foolsin love.
“Leah. Babe. Listen to me.” I take her hand. “You can’t marry a man you only met hours ago at a casino.”
She answers without looking at me, her gaze fixed on her betrothed. “Why not?”
“Uh, because that’s how you end up on a true crime podcast?”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”
“I’m realistic.”
“You’re boring.”
I sit back. “Wow. Okay.”
“I don’t mean it like that.” She turns to face me, squeezing my hand. “I just mean… when was the last time you did something fun?”
“I came to Reno with you on a girls’ weekend. That’s fun.”
“Honey, it’s just a weekend, one hour away from home. I’m talking about something big.”
I scoff. “Like marrying a stranger?”
“Exactly!” she winks at me.
“Youneed a good night of sleep… or a straitjacket,” I finish under my breath.
At that moment, George walks over, grinning. He wraps an arm around my best friend’s shoulders.
Shit, they do look cute together.
“So, Leah told you the news?”
I force a smile. “She did. Congratulations on your extremely impulsive decision.”
He laughs, blissfully ignoring my grumpy tone. “I know it’s fast. But when you know, you know, right?”
Really? Him, too?
“Sure.”
