“Seems like you met your soulmate. What’s the problem with that?” Lamar asks.
“The problem is, I was not expecting that when kissing her, nor did I expect to have her in my head constantly. She’s all I fucking think about, day in and day out. And I know what that means, okay? I know it means that I’m growing feelings. I get that, I’m not an idiot. I just wasn’t expecting to grow feelings.”
“You were not,” Rupert says. “You were in it just to get married, not to actually like the person you were marrying.”
“I know. But look at me over here, starting to grow feelings for my future wife who doesn’t want to be my wife, but if she isn’t my wife, then Neil’s daughter becomes my wife and?—”
“That’s yikes,” Lamar finishes.
“He gets it,” Rupert adds and then drags his hand over his face. “Well, this isn’t a bad thing.”
“Of course it’s a bad thing,” Lamar says before I can. “Can’t you see what this means? Our friend went into the situation not expecting to feel emotion but found feelings under the moonlight, like he’s fucking Tom Hanks in thatSleeplessmovie.”
“Sleepless in San Diego,” Rupert says.
“No, you dumb-arse. It’sSleepless in Seattle,” I say. “With Meg Ryan.”
Lamar shakes his head. “Wasn’t that the mail one?”
“It was actually both,” I say. “They starred in a few romantic comedies together.”
“Are you sure?” Rupert asks. “Wasn’t one of those with Billy Crystal?”
“That wasWhen Harry Met Sally, completely different movie,” Lamar says. “My mom loves that movie.”
“What aboutKate and Leopold?” Rupert asks. “Meg Ryan was in that one too.”
“Are you just going to list Meg Ryan movies?” I ask.
Rupert shrugs. “I can if you want; we can rank them.”
“I’d like to take part in that,” Lamar says.
“Hold the fuck on,” I say. “We were talking about my kiss with Renley.”
“We’re still on that?” Rupert asks while he looks through his phone.
“Yeah, we didn’t come to a solution,” I say.
“Is there a solution?”
“I think what our boy needs to know is that, if you like her, then you need to do everything you can to show her that, to nurture the relationship you’ve already developed, and whatever you do, keep reminding her of that kiss, because from what it sounds like…she enjoyed it as well.”
I smirk. “She did. A lot.”
“Then go for it, my man,” Lamar says. “Let this be the wind you ride, right into lovers’ lane.” He glides his hand through the air, as if he’s softly landing a plane.
“That’s beautiful,” Rupert says and starts clapping.
I clamp down on his hands, the clap far too loud for such a small space.
“Too loud.”
“Sheesh.” Rupert shakes his hands out. “Sorry for having enthusiasm for your love.”
“It’s not love,” I say.
“Not yet.” Lamar winks in the rearview mirror. “Not yet.”
