I stayed quiet, knowing the truth but still afraid to say the words out loud. I didn’t have to, though. Fallon knew me as well as I knew myself.
She gave me a sweet smile and pulled me close for a hug. It was a struggle to keep my eyes dry. “I bet Cara is thrilled about all this. She’s been trying to get you two to stop arguing for years!”
Her comment was met with silence as my eyes roamed around the garden.
“Drea… shedoesknow, doesn’t she?” Her glare was terrifying.
“Not… exactly.”
“What do you mean, not exactly? She doesn’t knowyou two are… together?”
I shook my head slowly. I hated all of this. I was seconds away from just calling Cara and telling her everything. The guilt was tearing me up inside, not to mention I wanted the whole world to know who had a part of me—all of me.
She groaned. “Drea! You need to tell her. She deserves to know, and I don’t like the idea of hiding something from her, especially about her best friend. I won’t bring it up, but if she asks, I’m not sure I can lie to her. We’re just getting to a good place in our friendship, and I don’t want to jeopardize that.”
I sighed. “I know, love, I know. We’re going to tell her; wewantto tell her. We just… we just want to get the signing out of the way first. We don’t want our working relationship to complicate things with her.”
“Fine. I won’t say anything. I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time, and I don’t want you to lose that feeling. I just hope you know what you’re doing, babe.”
So did I…
Chapter Thirty-Five
Blair
Dancing the night away with Drea at the wedding was an incredible experience.I had never felt more at peace than I was when I was in her arms.
A small part of me felt lighter knowing that people knew about us and seemed to be happy. It felt freeing, in a way, to be able to spend the night with her, not worrying about what someone would say. To enjoy being with each other without looking over our shoulders and wondering if Cara was going to see us and start asking questions.
A huge part of me was still weighed down by the thought of my best friend being the only one who didn’t know I was with Drea. Anytime we were together, she kept trying to get information out of me.
Ever since she came over that night Drea was still there, she couldn’t seem to let it go. I kept telling her it was no one, or I would change the subject. I hated lying to her, but I told myself it was only for a little bit longer.
I wanted to share this part of my life with her, and I just hoped she’d be happy for me when the time finally came for me to tell her. How could she not be? She had been trying to get Drea and me to see eye-to-eye for years, and now we had. Granted, we had seen a lot more than each other’s eyes, but that didn’t matter.
The whole ride home I couldn’t hide my smile, andI was so at peace I even fell asleep in the car, which I never did, not since after the accident.
I woke up the next morning wrapped in a warm Drea blanket, and we snuggled for at least an hour until snuggling turned into the best morning sex of my life.
She had left for work shortly after, against my protest, and I spent the day missing her and catching up on some writing.
After the wedding, she asked me out on a real date. I was nervous, of course, not for the date, but for the chance we might be seen by Cara, but she told me she had it all taken care of and all I needed to do was to be ready at 9:15 and to dress comfortably. I thought it was a little late for a date, but I didn’t question it. I loved surprises.
I went with a plaid mini skirt and black tights, a black cropped sweater, and some red ankle boots with a chunky heel. I had no idea where we were going or how cold it was going to be. It was early fall, so I didn’t expect to be that cool, unless we were going to be indoors. She gave me zero details other than to be comfortable, which was easy enough. With her? It was impossible not to be.
The doorbell rang promptly at 9:15, and I raced to the door. “You’re very punctual,” I said, swinging the door open and wrapping my arms around a very sexy-looking Drea. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a maroon crop top, matching my outfit and shoe color.
“Andyou’revery beautiful. Are you ready? Your chariot awaits.” She grinned, gesturing to her car. I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head.
“And what, my dear, is so funny?” As we walked to her car, her scowl made me laugh even more. She was so freaking cute.
“I’ll never get used to seeing you drive a purple Beetle,” I finally said.
If someone would have asked me what kind of car I thought Drea Voss drove, the last answer I would have come up with was a Volkswagen Beetle.
She grabbed my ass and squeezed, causing a small moan out of my throat. “Hey! There is nothing wrong with my car!”
“You’re right, baby, I’m sorry for making fun. I especially like the daisies on the rims.” I grabbed her wrist to stop her from walking away. She turned around and I wrapped my hands around her neck, playing with the back in the way I knew she loved.
