“I would if it were any other week. Maybe we can do something on Sunday? The wedding will be over, and I’ll be back home by Sunday around lunch.” Megan chose two romances that looked to be set in a small town, one by a Kait Nolan and the other by a Zoe York. Megan recognized the newest Stacey Agdern book, but already had it on her bookshelf at home.
“I’ll bring over cookies and you can give me all the dirty details.”
“There won’t be any details to give you, Abs.” Megan pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated but trying not to show it.
Abbie was quiet for a moment. “Crap, I gotta run. I’ll text you!”
They said goodbye, and Megan browsed for a few more minutes, always making a point to say a quiet hello to the books by her favorite authors.
Abbie’s text came through faster than Megan expected.
Is your hottie gonna be there?
I don’t have a hottie.
The guy from your couch!
Abbie’s response included an emoji rolling its eyes. Megan pictured Abbie making that exact face.
I told you – I don’t have a hottie. But yes, Caleb will be there. He’s a friend of Tucker’s and somehow Tucker finagled him an invite. Tucker is Rose’s favorite cousin.
Tucker is everyone’s favorite, Megs. But are you gonna hook up with Caleb? Again?
Abbie didn’t know the extent of Megan’s crush or that she and Caleb had slept together. She’d probably guessed it and wasn’t good at hiding her fishing attempt.
There is no again, Abs.
Do you like him?
Megan had no idea how to answer that.
He’s Caleb. I’ve known him forever. He’s Tucker’s version of you.
Aww, they’re platonic soulmates?! No wonder you’re afraid to admit you like him. You don’t want to get between him and Tucker.
Abbie that’s ridiculous.
Megan. I can tell when you’re lying even thru text.
No, you can’t.
Aha! So you admit you were lying.
Megan put her phone back in her pocket, irritated that Abbie had bested her. Again. Girl was too smart for her own good.
Megan brought her three books up to the register and, after a quick chat as Danielle rang up the books, got back in her car.
Armed with her books, Megan vowed not to let herself get distracted by Caleb Jackson.
Her phone vibrated again. She fished it out of her pocket and saw Abbie’s name again. But this time it was a video call.
Megan sighed and answered it. “I thought you had to go?”
“I only have a minute while I walk to get coffee.”
“Okay, fine. What’s up?” Megan asked.
“I have one quick question to ask you.” Abbie’s eyes were bright, and her hair was pulled back into a long braid that hung over a shoulder.
