Brooke smiled and typed.
Are you sure you are still up for it? I haven’t heard from you for a while, and I figured it was off.
It’s far from off. I want to go with you to the concert. I was looking forward to it, I’ve just been busy. Sorry
Busy with Shelby.
Ok
Okay, now when and where do I pick you up?
Great, swing by my place tomorrow at six we can catch the L Train and eat at a place by the concert. Sound good? Or I can text you your ticket and we can meet each other at the venue.
“Who are you texting?” Aubrey asked, appearing out of nowhere, back in her normal outfit.
She plopped herself down in the cushion chair next to Brooke.
“Oh—” Brooke flashed her gaze to Aubrey then back to her phone screen. She watched the cursor dots dance at the bottom of their text chain. “Logan.”
“Ahh.” Aubrey leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “I’m glad things are going well for you guys. You deserve it, especially after Justin.” She peered out at the racks of gowns.
Brooke hadn’t clued Aubrey into Logan and her fake dating agreement. Fake dating Logan meant Aubrey didn’t worry about her anymore. She liked that part. And she also knew Aubrey had told Ian about it, who no doubt passed the information onto Justin. A fact she enjoyed a smidge too much.
“Thanks.” Brooke kept her gaze on her phone, watching the dots dance at the bottom of their text chain. “He’s been a fun distraction from Justin.”
Not a lie. And it’s just until the wedding, and you’ll never need to know about my little arrangement.
A message flashed across her screen.
No, dinner sounds good. I’ll swing by at six.
The dots at the bottom continued to dance. Another text shot through.
Another favor?—
Oh dear, what do you need me to do now? Make out with you in front of Shelby to make her remember how great you were at kissing?
No nothing like that
Then what? Just ask
Instead of cashing in on my fake date for a night at Danielle and Michael’s house. Would you go on a triple date in the city with my parents and sister?
Brooke gnawed on her bottom lip. When she met Logan’s family she really didn’t think she’d ever see them again. This fake dating was beginning to feel a little too real, but she still needed a date to the wedding. Afterwards, they could part ways as friends.
She typed back.
I could probably grin and bear it. But that means you are paying for dinner before the concert.
A message appeared almost immediately.
Deal. You’re the best, Brookie.
Hey, no nicknames. We’re nowhere near the nickname level of friendship.
I beg to differ.
No nicknames!
