“For… being there for Sebastian. I don’t mean when he was in the hospital over the summer. He’s been happy, having you as a friend again.”
Millett frowned and cast his dark eyes to his expensive shoes. He looked like he wanted to be absolutely anywhere but here. But after a minute—and it was a minute—he raised his head and said, “You and I aren’t always going to agree or see eye-to-eye. But you’re part of the package now, so we’ll both do our best.”
I nodded again.
“And please don’t do something stupid like invite me over for dinner.”
“I won’t.”
Millett gripped his cup so tight, the lid looked about ready to pop off. “I love Sebastian. He’s my only friend.” He held his hand out, shook mine, and said thickly, “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
Millett left it at that, turned, and walked out the door.
“Sorry for that wait on the cold brew, Calvin,” Camille said suddenly, bursting the little bubble that had seemed to envelop me.
“Oh. No problem,” I said. I flashed her a quick, automatic smile and was tucking my phone away in order to carry both coffees and the brownie when it buzzed in my hand.
Sebastian Snow.
I opened the text to see that he’d answered my question.
Nothing. Just thinking of you.
