“What do you mean?”
“Your female lead deserves better.”
Ugh. Molly is totally missing the point. “You’re supposed to put yourself in the perspective of the man. And help him figure out a way to make it up to her so she’ll forgive him.”
“Oh.” She smiles awkwardly then glances at Lucie, who is frowning. Aspen and Amy look like they’re too shocked to speak. Sierra is still squinting.
Finally, Aspen clears her throat. “Why don’t you just say it’s about you?”
Uh-oh.“Because it isn’t…?”
Lucie scoffs. “Noah, you’re slick, but not that slick. You think you’re the only one who’s ever ‘asked for a friend’?”
“Well, pssht, yeah, of course. Totally cliché.” I laugh a little, glancing around the table. “But I’m asking for mybook.”
The women don’t seem to be convinced. Looks are exchanged and some sort of silent consensus is reached.
“Grovel,” Lucie says. “On your knees. Crawling in an expensive bespoke suit does the trick.”
Amy asks, “Is that what Seb did to win you back?”
Lucie merely smiles.
“I don’t know if that’s going to work.” Bobbi looked really upset when I dropped to one knee to propose. On the other hand, maybe it’s the crawling that does the trick. Plus, I wasn’t in a suit…
“Buying her a yacht is an option. Of course, you’ll have to pay the taxes and other stuff, but…” Amy shrugs.
“Emmett bought you ayacht?” I haven’t heard anything about that.
“No. But Gavin Lloyd did for his wife a while back. He also bought her a private jet, which was sort of wasted since she doesn’t fly much.”
“Money is nice, but you have to do more,” Aspen says. “If the only thing she cared about was money, she would’ve gotten herself a sugar daddy a long time ago.”
Molly nods. “Show her how much you appreciate her. Make sure she knows she’s your Number One.” She bites into a taco.
“Which means no missing big dates and anniversaries,” Sierra says solemnly. “There are apps that keep track of things like that for you.”
“Or you could get an assistant,” Lucie suggests.
“Like Joey.” Amy makes a face. “Heneverforgets a birthday. He sent Monique a tennis racket with a gold-and-diamond edge trim. She can barely pick it up.”
“I’m not getting myself a Joey. He’d repel her faster than crotch lice.”
My sisters-in-law choke, then start laughing. Aspen’s face is so red, it matches her hair perfectly.
Finally, they get over their laughing fit. Molly wipes tears from her eyes. “Just be yourself.” She gives me an encouraging smile. “Share your secrets and let her really see the person deep inside. Once she does that, she’ll fall in love with you.”
I try to chew my burrito without choking. But there’s no way I can follow Molly’s well-meaning advice.
If Bobbi ever finds out I assassinated her father, any chance of her giving me a fair shot will be DOA.
Chapter Nineteen
Bobbi
Since deciding to be more serious about my manifestation, I’ve been getting up twenty minutes earlier than usual, while the sky’s still dark. I close my eyes and sit crossed-legged on the floor of my bedroom, a pillow under my butt.
“Breathe in… Breathe out… Imagine yourself as the tide on a moonlit night…” The new meditation app has a soothing, hypnotic voice. I follow instructions, trying to settle my mind. Gotta shake off what happened on Saturday. Monday marks a brand-new week, which means a brand-new start.
