“It wasn’t. It was actually kind of ...” She trails off.
“Kind of what?”
“Never mind.”
I nudge her with my elbow.
“Sweet, okay? It was sweet that you defended us like that.”
Of course, if only she knew how much I meant it. We’re quiet as I merge onto the highway, then I say, “The next big event is Easter weekend.”
“At your family’s house in Oregon.”
“We leave Saturday morning. Is that still good?”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“They’re going to love having you there. My mom is already planning an Easter egg hunt for everyone—and the dogs. She thought you’d like that.” From what I’ve gleaned, April’s family weren’t big into celebrating holidays or birthdays.
“It’s epic, but I hope she doesn’t go out of her way on my account.”
“It’s impossible to tell my mom not to fuss over people she cares about.”
April smiles in the dim, crescent moon night. I pull up outside her apartment and put the car in park.
“Thank you for dinner and everything,” April says.
I nod and nod and nod, not wanting to tell her,See you soon. Instead, I say, “When we get to Oregon, my family’s going to treat you like you’re a Culpepper. Because to us, you are. You always have been.”
Her eyes look shiny again. She leans over and kisses my square jaw. My pulse trips.
Clearing my throat, I add, “I just wanted you to know that. In case things feel overwhelming or your parents call again or whatever. You belong with us. With me.”
“Fake me,” she whispers.
I give a slight shake of my head at the same time headlights from a passing truck sweep through the car. But I’m starting to think there’s nothing fake about it at all.
17
APRIL
My phone is havinga tiny electronic tantrum and refuses to be ignored.Rude.
I’m trying to focus on balancing the budget projections spreadsheet for The Barkery—exciting Saturday night activities—but the girls are relentless.
Ella: Just saw the Spaglietti’s photos. Girl. GIRL.
Jess: You two almost kissed over a plate of PASTA. This is life goals gold.
Whit: That was not fake. That was REAL. Prove me wrong.
Me: So many all-caps! Why are you shouting?
Ella: It’s emphasis, friend!EMPHASIS!
Margo: My wedding planning services are available when you need them. I’m already picturing silver and lavender with dog-themed centerpieces.
I turn my phone face down on the couch, but it immediately buzzes again.
