She didn’t know what to think. Or, more accurately,couldn’tthink. Not clearly at least.
Even as she stood from the table, she bumped it with her hip, sending her empty coffee cup rolling across the surface toward Josh who intercepted it before it tumbled into his lap. And when she swung her crossbody purse around her body to shoulder into it, she smacked Cal solidly in the chest with it.
She was struggling, big time.
Struggling to keep her composure. Struggling to maintain her dignity. And struggling to understand how these once-adversaries were now comrades with inside jokes and secret laughter.
Things had definitely taken a turn, but Edie wasn’t sure in what direction.
Edie choppeda big bunch of cilantro into fine pieces and placed them into a glass bowl on the island, next to the other toppings for their taco night spread. The colors alone were enough to make her mouth water, all these vibrant hues of fresh ingredients and spices. She couldn’t wait to make herself a plate.
“It was the weirdest thing,” she said to Camille. “They were acting like they were old friends.”
“Isn’t that what you want?” Tapping the cheese grater to shake off the remaining bits of cheddar, Camille furrowed her brow. She popped the last cube of cheese too small to grate into her mouth and chomped down. “For them to bond?”
“Yes, but not at my expense.”
“You seriously just zoned out completely during their conversation?” Tabitha moved around the small kitchen table near the window, setting it with plates and silverware. “You don’t recall what they were talking about at all?”
“I don’t. I was zoning out. In La La Land, if you will.”
“Whatever it was, I think it’s a move in the right direction that they can not only sit at the same coffee table, but share a laugh around it,” Tabitha said. “That’s huge.”
“Agreed,” Camille matched. “Compared to the arguing I overheard the other day, that sounds like a welcome change.”
“I’m glad they’re getting along. Don’t get me wrong. But I don’t know.” She shrugged. “It almost makes things more confusing for me.”
“How so?” The ground beef on the stove was finished, so Camille transferred the meat from the pan into a dish next to the tortillas and hard-shell tacos. She moved to the refrigerator and asked over her shoulder, “What’s the confusing part?”
“My feelings.” Edie let out a long sigh. “The fact that I’ve kissed both of them.”
“You kissed Josh?” Camille almost dropped the bowl of guacamole she’d just retrieved from the fridge. “When did this happen?”
“When he came over to fix the leak in my room.”
“You have a leak?” Tabitha set three glasses onto the table, along with a pitcher filled with water and ice.
“I had one right above my bed, but Josh did a temporary patch job until Foster could come over later to fix it for real. It ended up having something to do with the roof shingles and a critter in the attic. I’m not sure. But he got it taken care of. That Foster is one handy man.”
“Or one grumpy man.”
Edie and Tabitha looked at Camille.
“I feel like you’re not telling us something,” Edie said. She finished chopping up a head of iceberg lettuce and stood back to take inventory. They had all the fixings they would need for an epic taco night, but suddenly she didn’t even feel hungry. Maybe it was the drama with Cal and Josh. Or maybe it had something to do with the distressed look on Camille’s face. She hated it when her friends were distraught. It certainly soured her stomach.
“Tab already knows.” Camille’s gaze edged toward her sister. “Or I’m assuming she does, she just hasn’t said anything.”
“I can’t say anything. You know that.”
“Once again, I am the third wheel in a conversation that I know nothing about.” Edie clapped a hand to her forehead. “Am I really this dense?”
“You know what? Let’s dish up our food before we get into it, otherwise we’ll be standing here all night talking and all of this will go to waste.”
Camille passed Edie a plate.
“Is it really that big of a conversation?” Edie asked.
“It really is,” Tabitha said knowingly.
