“Be married, I guess. Griffin had plans, and he added me to it. I just assumed I'd keep working with Nora, and that was that.”
“Was that going to make you happy?”
“I wasn’t not happy about it.”
“Did it make you feel excited?”
“What’s with the questions?” I ask. Damn, she keeps firing them at me.
“I’m just making conversation. I’ve known you as long as my brother has, and it just occurred to me that I never knew your goals in life.”
“Oh, well, writing a book and being published is pretty huge up there.”
“Then how come you never did it till now?”
I shrug. “I thought about starting one about a year after I met Griffin, but he told me it was hard to make a living off that, and he shared some stuff he read online, and it turned me off it.”
His lack of support for something I wanted in life should have been my first red flag.
“So, what made you change your mind this time around?”
Tobias did. The day I mentioned it to him, I knew he might not enjoy the idea of writing a book together, but he’d never talk down to my dreams. He’s always been very supportive of what I want to do with my life.
He was even going to walk away from our friendship because he thought I was happy with Griffin. I’m very aware now that he would do anything for me, even if it meant he lost in the end.
Another valid reason these feelings I have for him need to remain just that: feelings.
We change the conversation to Quinn’s travel blog and her plans for the next couple of years. She wants to return to Scotland and Paris soon, but being here with her brother and grandma makes her miss her family.
“Our parents are pretty free-spirited and travel plenty on their own, so I’m sure they would be happy to see me go back, but I think Grandma Betty loves having us here. It doesn’t matter that she’s been sleeping next door; I think she likes having a full house.”
“Oh, I couldn’t agree more,” I say as we reach the sidewalk to the front door. Tobias is waiting, leaning against the doorframe. His gaze makes my skin tingle. I meet his eyes, a feeling of excitement flooding through me. He smirks quickly before licking his lips to hide it.
My heart races, and I take a breath.
He read the scene. I know he did.
“Please tell me you haven’t been standing there since we left,” Quinn says.
“I haven’t.”
“So, you just happened to be here when we walk up?”
He only nods, his gaze flicking to his sister for split second before settling back on me.
“Do you want to write today? I have some ideas,” he says.
Oh, I bet he does. But also, he’s got that smile on his face and his voice is hopeful. Outside of my worry over this scene and last night, the whole purpose of writing together was to help him, so I can’t say no. Even if I could, I wouldn’t want to.
These feelings between us are trouble.
“Yes, I do want to write today.”
“You two have fun,” Quinn says, hugging me before disappearing into the house.
“Should we set up in the living room?” I ask, refusing to look into the eyes that now make my body feel like it’s about to lose control.
“Is that where you want to write?” he asks.
