“Fuck off.” I shove at him and press the button for the elevator.
“Good chat, then?” I hear Charlotte ask from behind me. When I turn around, Evie’s face is flaming red.
“Meh, I’ve had better,” she tells Charlotte, causing Louie to laugh his fucking ass off as we step into the elevator.
Better, my ass. I’m going to make her eat those fucking words later.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
“What!” I scream at Rachel through the phone. She just told me she got the job in Seattle. She’s moving next week. “I can’t believe I’m going to be the only one left,” I groan. “My social life is over.”
“Says the one who’s currently in Vegas while I’m stuck at the hospital working my third consecutive fifteen-hour shift,” Rachel counters.
“You chose to be smart,” I remind her. “We can’tall be surgeons. But I’m happy for you. Sad for me, but happy for you.”
“Thank you,” she says. “So, how’s Vegas been? Seen Emmanuel?”
“I have, a little. But mostly I’ve just been hanging out with Charlotte.”
“I’m surprised he’s leaving you alone at all. The man is the definition of obsessed.”
“You have no idea.” I roll my eyes. I know Emmanuel comes off really strong, but I’ve kinda grown to love it. I like the way he makes me feel like I’m the most important person in the room. As if he’d do anything for me. Then again, he’s proven that he really would do anything for me. Over and over.
“Just don’t go running off and getting married without me,” Rachel says.
“I have no plans of getting married.” I laugh at her.
“Does Emmanuel know that?” Charlotte asks as she walks into the room with a cup of coffee in her hand
“Oh, I love you!” I moan as I pass her the phone and take the coffee.
“I know.” Charlotte smiles.
“Rach, tell her!” I call out.
“Tell me what?” Charlotte looks at the screen.
“I’m moving to Seattle,” Rachel says.
“What? When? Why? How?” Charlotte fires off question after question.
“I applied for that job there and I got it. I’m moving in a month,” Rachel explains.
“I’m so excited for you. Look at us all getting out of our little small town and moving to big cities. Who would have thought?” Charlotte squeals.
I raise a hand. “Ah, I still live in that small town.”
“About that.” Charlotte looks to me. “Rachel, help me out here,” she adds while eyeing the phone. “I have a proposition.”
“I don’t think I’m cut out for being a sister wife, babe.” I laugh.
“Not that kind of proposition.” She shakes her head. “I happen to know there is empty retail space in the mall downstairs. I want you to have it.”
I laugh harder. “Yeah, because my little burned-down boutique can afford a prime storefront in Vegas’s most popular casino.”
“It’s rent controlled. And it’s perfect for you. At least come and look at it. For me.” Charlotte gives me that pout of hers that always gets her what she wants.
“Fine, I’ll look. But I’m telling you I cannot afford it.”
