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“If you don’t want her hopping a plane, I suggest you answer,” Bekka deadpans.
I close my eyes before swiping the screen. I come face to face with Whitley Harper. She looks just like our mother when she was her age. Golden brown hair and hazel eyes.
“Hey Whit,” I answer.
“Hey. Whit," she says with a blatant pause.
I almost flinch. “I’ve been meaning to call you.”
She laughs as she lifts her glass of wine into view. “Oh, were you? I call bullshit.”
I roll my eyes. “Ok fine. I was ignoring you.”
“Yes. Because you know I’ve got ninety-nine problems and you marrying some random golf club collector shouldn’t be one of them,” she snaps.
How the hell did she know that?
“Don’t give me that look.” She points a manicured nail at the screen. “I’ve been reading up on ole Mr. McKnight.”
I lift the phone away as she starts rattling off random facts that she learned from some unknown source. Bekka just shrugs as I bring the phone back to my face.
“I’m just saying. You’ve known the guy for five minutes. How do you know he’s the one?”
I don’t.
I frown at the first thought, but I push that aside. He is the one. I’m ready for someone to love me.
“Can’t you just tell me congratulations like a normal person?” I scoff.
“I’m not trying to be the wicked bitch of the west here, but this is marriage Tilly. This is babies. Holidays. Compromises. Sickness. Money. No money. I just…”
She sighs and I can see the emotion build in her face.
Whitley doesn’t do emotions often. “We had an extraordinary love story to watch growing up. The way mom and dad loved each other was…real. It was so…”
“Natural,” I whisper.
“Yeah.” She smiles. “I just want that for you. If you know without a doubt your love for each other is like that. I’ll be your biggest supporter. But be sure, Tilly. This is your heart. Once it’s broken…...” she trials off
I know all about broken hearts, I want to say, but I don’t.
“I know whit,” I assure her.
Whitley’s heart will never be the same. It’s why she’s so adamant that me and Camille protect ours. Why she will never give hers away again.
“I love you, Tills. I just want you to be happy,” she says before she takes another drink.
“I love you too and it’s not like we’re getting married tomorrow, so, calm down.” I laugh.
“Thank God,” she mumbles.
“Bye.” I wave before tossing the phone on the bed.
Bekka’s face shows me exactly what I don’t want to see. Doubt.
"So." I clap my hands. “Beige.”
Chapter 17
