I nod. “Yes, and now we’re getting married. It’s a normal line of events.”
“Yeah.” He rubs his chin again. “It’s still just crazy to me.”
“You know what’s crazy to me?” I say quickly. “That you and Griffin aren’t friends yet.”
“We have nothing in common.”
“Um, hello?” I point to myself. “You have me.”
“That’s where it ends.”
I sigh. After four years, I would have assumed that my best friend and boyfriend, now fiancé, would have become friends, but no. Griffin is stuck on Tobias secretly being in love with me, and, well, I’ve told him about it enough times, and I’m sure that’s why he has a tarnished image of Griffin.
I unzip my laptop bag and pull out my MacBook, ready to get to work. It’s probably best we change the subject anyway. If they were going to make it happen, one of them would have by now, right?
I log into our company dashboard and have just pulled up Tobias’s account when he knocks on the table beside my keyboard.
“Hey.” He smiles when I look up.
“Hi.”
“If you want me to be his friend, I'll put in more effort.”
“You will?” I ask and beam a smile. “Really?”
He nods. “If that will make you happy. I should have done this a long time ago.”
“Oh, it will. I can’t imagine going through the rest of my life with my bestie and fiancé, not friends.”
“Well, rest assured, if I can help it, that is the case no more.”
“Thank you.”
I wish I could say that Griffin is just as eager to make me happy when it comes to Tobias, but I get it. For years, people have assumed there is more between us. Our relationship is one-of-a-kind. It’s hard to explain, but at the end of the day, Tobias and I are just friends, and we will always be there for each other.
“Speaking of Griffin,” I start, using this as my segue. I clear my throat. “Can you come with me this weekend to Lovers Lodge?”
“For what?”
“To view the rooms for the ceremony and reception.”
“Don’t you need your fiancé for that?”
I nod once. “He’ll be there. He gets back tonight but then leaves Sunday for work again.”
“He knows your engagement party is next weekend, right?”
“He will be back by then, too.”
“Does it bother you that he travels this much for work?”
“You’re trying to change the topic, but I won't let you. Please come with us.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Why do you need me to come with you and Griffin? Won't that be—oh shit, Nat, really? Is his sister going?”
I look everywhere but at him.
“Nat. Answer me.”
