“Of course you wouldn’t,” I say. “You’d never speak to him again. Even spineless Nick is unforgivable to you.”
“I wouldn’t say unforgivable.” There’s a wistful quality to her voice. “If Nick apologized, I might…”
I lift my head to look at her. Those big brown eyes are thoughtful.
“You’d take him back?”
“I’m not sure. I might.” She meets my gaze. “Keep an open mind with Tristan, especially if you could see yourself liking him too. It doesn’t mean you need to let your guard down. Be as aloof as ever, but…” She closes her mouth.
“But what?”
She’s quiet for a moment. “Remember that the opposite of love is indifference. And he’s obviously not indifferent toward you.”
I groan. “Cody said the same thing. I hate that quote. It’s not even true. Jane would never say that.”
Serena giggles. “Amelia Harrington, I’m disappointed in you. She wrote an entire book about it.”
I shake my head sharply. “Elizabeth didn’t love Mr. Darcy when she hated him. She really hated him.”
“But she realized she hated him too much for one little insult. It made her believe things about Mr. Darcy that weren’t true. Maybe you’re doing the same thing with Tristan.”
“No way. Tristan didn’t just call me tolerable. He ridiculed me for something that brings meaning to my life.”
“You mean Harper did.”
“She wouldn’t have been able to do it if he hadn’t told her about it.”
She purses her lips. “I wonder why he did that.”
I don’t get a chance to respond. My phone chimes, and I groan when I see the name on the screen.
Tristan: Prepare yourself for our date tomorrow. I have a fun surprise for you :)
I toss my phone on the bed, and it lands face up. When Serena’s eyes land on the screen, a big grin spreads over her face. “He never texts me.”
“He knows you wouldn’t give a shit.”
She scoffs. “Are you kidding me? He’s Tristan Wolfe. I’d be giddy if he showed me the kind of attention he shows you. Even given my history with Nick.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, you can have him.”
“You sure?” she asks with a teasing lilt.
I let out a long, exaggerated sigh and roll my eyes. “If he reads my fanfic live on the date, I’m blaming you.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “If he does that, I’ll take him out. He won’t know what hit him.”
Crisp sea air brushes over my face. My heart races with anticipation. What does Tristan have planned for this date?
We arrived at the destination early, because Tristan told me he has something to talk to me about.
My nerves have been as taut as guitar strings since he told me.
“Here we are,” Tristan says as we approach a blanket with a fancy picnic basket. “I set it all up just for you.”
I roll my eyes, straining for nonchalance. “You mean the film crew set it up for you?”
He smirks. “Yes, but I told them exactly what I wanted.”
