At least I’m not the only one who sees it. Even though he acted like an ass when I introduced him to Jasmin, I’m going to do my best to understand where he’s coming from. Though for me, it feels like the wrong side of the bed every single day. He needs something to make him happy. Maybe a hobby? I don’t know. I just don’t want to be the one to suggest it.
“Hopefully they work out. It’d be nice to have help with events. Especially when there are nightmare clients like the last one.”
Piper smacks my arm and I wince. What the hell? “I completely forgot to tell you. The mom to be from the shower sent me an email. She said she loved the baby shower and wanted to say thank you for the amazing service. She also apologized for her friend’s behavior.”
“Maybe once she has the baby she’ll realize she doesn’t need a selfish friend like that. Aren’t milestones the moments people realize they’ve outgrown relationships?”
She taps a finger against her chin. “Actually, I don’t know. Y’all are my best friends and I can’t exactly push you away.”
“You need more friends.” I laugh.
“Says the one who until recently only spent their free time with a variety of women.”
“Don’t shame me.” I shake my head and stand up. “I didn’t lie to any of them and promise them forever. They knew what the situation was.”
“Until Jasmin.” She grins at me before standing to follow me into the conference room to prep for the interviews.
“Yeah.” I do my best to keep my voice upbeat, but it sucks lying to her. In one short month there won’t be Jasmin. Her sister’s wedding will be done and she won’t need me as a stand in.
I push all thoughts of that aside. I’ll deal with it when the time comes. Right now, I’ll enjoy the moment. Especially since I get to see her tonight after over a week because of her busy schedule with wedding things. All that matters is living in the moment. The heartbreak can wait.
There’s only one car in the driveway when I pull up to Jasmin’s house. Where is everyone? I assumed I’d have to greet the entire family as soon as I got here to pick up Jasmin. It’s been that way the past few times I’ve come up to take her to dinner. We’ll get to leave at a decent time at least.
I turn off my truck and head to the door. It opens before I even have a chance to knock. Jasmin is standing there in a short black dress and heels that make her legs go on for days.
“Hey.” I wave and she rushes into my arms. “It’s good to see you, too.”
“Sorry, it’s been a long week between work and all the wedding stuff.” She lets go and closes the door behind her.
“Where are your parents?” I don’t bother asking about Adam. If he’s not home, he’s usually hanging out with a friend. Jasmin has told me about how much their mom hates it since she never sees him anymore.
“Mom was going shopping for a dress for the wedding.” She shrugs her shoulders as I take her hand to lead her to the truck. “She forced Dad to go with her. Though I’m sure he’s sitting in the car watching a game. Then they are going to dinner.”
“It must be nice for them to have a night out for themselves.” I know my parents loved it when they could have date nights without worrying about us. Now they are rarely home. Always off seeing the world however they can.
“I don’t think my mom knows what to do with herself. She’s so used to us being home at the same time. Now, we’re all over the place. I’m not even sure the last time she and my dad had quality alone time.”
“I’m sure it’ll take some time to adjust. My parents are always traveling now that they’re retired.”
She sighs and shakes her head. “I don’t even know if my parents have retirement. But I do hope they take trips when they can. They deserve it.”
“I know my parents definitely did after all six of us. We may have been bad at times.”
Jasmin smacks my chest. “You? Bad? I don’t believe it.”
I’ve told her a few stories from my youth. She knows better than to believe I’m an angel. I open the truck door for her and help her get in. Once she’s in, I rush to the other side and slide onto the seat. “What do you want for dinner?”
“You don’t already have it picked out? I’m shocked.”
“Well, I have a few options for you to choose from. What are you in the mood for? Mexican, Italian, or Brazilian?”
She tucks her fist under her chin as if she’s thinking really hard. “I could go for Brazilian.”
“Perfect. I’m glad that’s the one I made the reservation for.”
“Oh, so we’re going fancy tonight. I like it.”
“Yep.” I start the truck and head to the restaurant. It’s a good thirty minutes away, but totally worth it.
