“I just can’t do it.”
“Because you think of her as more than a friend?”
“No,” I snap.
“Sorry!” He holds his hands up. “I know she’s a touchy subject.”
“I just wish you guys would accept that we’re only friends. Hell, she andGriffinare getting married in a matter of months.”
“Why did you say his name like that?”
“Like what?”
“Griffin,” he says with a shake of his shoulders.
“I didn’t say it like that.”
“You did.”
I sigh. “I don’t know. Do you like him?”
Simon smirks. “I don’t think that matters. It matters if Natalie likes him.”
“He’s gone a lot.”
“Okay.”
“Likea lot.” I close my computer. “And he wanted to get married fast.”
“Okay. Nothing wrong with being so in love that you want to seal the deal quickly.”
I glare at him.
“He’s a nice guy, Tobias. What’s going on in your head?”
“He’s too nice, though, right? Always saying the right thing and magically has something in common with all of you.”
“He’s social. It’s not a crime.”
“He’s too perfect. There has to be something wrong with him.”
Simon sighs, now closing his computer, too. “Maybe you just don’t like him because Natalie spends more time with him than you these days.”
Ouch. He’s not wrong.
Is that it?
I blow out a breath. “She asked me to try being his friend.”
“Makes sense.”
“I said I would, but I don't know if I can.”
Simon doesn't say anything more. He just watches me.
“I’m going to try.”
“Are you?”
