A smirk grows on his face.
“I’m just kidding. I’m all yours.” He laughs, and I grab a pillow off my couch and chuck it at him hard enough for him to stumble back.
“That wasn’t funny. You’re already on thin ice.”
“I’m a hockey player; I’m used to ice.”
“And I’m used to your shitty jokes.” I flip him off. “If I weren’t, you’d be finding yourself a new best friend right aboutnow.”
I drop down onto my couch, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table and turning on the TV.
“I’m gonna assume we’re good now.”
Fletcher grabs his coffee and sits down next to me.
“Uh, uh.” I wave my finger in his face. “I told you, we won’t be good until I have a couple of pizzas and wings sitting in front of me while we watch my favorite movies all day. I was thinking we start withCrazy, Stupid, Love; it’s an absolute classic.”
“Fine, get it started, I’m gonna go order our food. Two large pizzas and a large order of wings.”
“The swe—”
“Sweet chili wings, I know.” He shakes his head. “And one pizza with sausage, mushroom, and onion, well done, and the other one a BBQ chicken pizza. Not my first rodeo, T.”
“Okay.” I hold my hands up, leaning back slightly as he heads into the kitchen to get the phone number. “Don’t forget th—”
“The red pepper flakes and extra packets of parmesan.”
“You know me well.”
“Too well.” He winks, grabbing the menu out of thetakeoutdrawer. “Hi, I’d like to place an order for delivery, please.”
He leans against the counter, and I grin at him as he orders.
Things are perfect the way they are. They always have been. Why would either of us risk changing them?
He’s my best friend.
That’s enough.
It has to be.
So,” I toss my remaining slice back into the box, “do you like Becca?”
Fletcher swallows his bite, washing it down with root beer, and then shrugs.
“She was really cool, but I don’t think either of us was interested in that way.”
“I don’t know; you seemed really into each other when I saw you guys talking.”
“I guess. We talked about her brother and how he made it to the NHL. We talked about her back injury that almost ended her career in gymnastics. And apparently, I talked a lot about you.”
I suppress a smile. “What?”
“She told me that you somehow made your way into every single story. But it’s hard not to include you in stories since—”
“I’m always around.”
“I wouldn’t put it like that.” He gives me a gentle shove. “That makes it sound like you’re a thorn in my side or something. You’re in most of my stories because Iwantyou in them.”
