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The flush on my cheeks turns a deeper shade of red. “Rupert thinks I’ve lost my mind. I may have confided in him about being unhappy.”
“Well,” she starts. “Have you? Lost your mind, I mean.”
I mull over her words for a moment. “I don’t think so.”
The next thing she says surprises me. “I don’t think so either.”
I give Lennon a questioning look, pausing our walk to face her and waiting for whatever wisdom she has to offer.
“Listen,” she starts. “You know I’d be the first person to tell you if you’d lost your damn mind.” She cocks an eyebrow. “And honestly, I don’t think you have this time.”
It’s my turn to deadpan. “Lennon, I let him–” I restart. “I rode his hand in the back of a Jeep.”
Her laugh is light, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sounds like fun, not insanity.” Lennon steps forward, dropping the saw to the damp earth below and placing her hands on my shoulders. “You deserve to loosen up a little, Ellis. You’re way too hard on yourself, and always concerned about how your existence is going to impact the people surrounding you.” Her face scrunches up. “It’s very annoying, but I already like you, so I can’t say anything about it.”
I chuckle. “You just did.”
One eyebrow lifts, and it almost makes me feel like she’s about to scold me. “Well, I can’t very well ghost you at this point.”
Lennon smiles and lets go of my shoulders as we continue walking. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I quickly whip it out, taking one glove off to view the text.
Finn:I need to see you again.
I smile, and for some odd reason, Lennon doesn’t interrupt.
Me:When?
Finn:Now.
Me:I’m with Lennon. We’re getting a Christmas tree.
I look up at Lennon, and she makes a face that encourages me to continue. I don’t question it as the bubbles pop up, and then I receive a response.
Finn:Okay. Tomorrow.
Me:Working
Finn:Saturday?
Me:Okay.
Finn:Can’t wait.
When I finally glance up, Lennon is staring at a lopsided tree that, to be honest, looks like it should be used as firewood.
“That’s the one,” she says, prowling forward with her saw in hand.
I smile, pocketing my phone and pulling my glove back on. “You’re absolutely right.”
I texted Cass after the Christmas tree farm, asking her how far she lived, and inviting her to watch cheesy Christmas romance movies with us. It didn’t take long to receive a response, and luckily, she and Lennon got along extremely well.
They wasted no time. Starting the conversation strong with Cass bitching about Chad, and Lennon joining in despite not knowing the guy. I can’t say he didn’t deserve it. He turned out to be everything I thought he was.
“Thank you guys for inviting me,” Cass says from her spot, curled up on the couch. She sips her hot chocolate, quickly wiping the whipped cream off her upper lip.
We all wore sweatpants, which was a phenomenal idea because we ended up watching three movies in a row.
Lennon cried for two of them, but she’d never tell you that.
