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They both laughed at that.
But Vivi wasn’t done.
“And you want to do it whether or not it comes with a handsome teuchter pilot man. You’re staying for you. You’re doing this for you first and foremost. And as for Ruairidh, you need to tell him how you feel and deal with the consequences. No running.”
Jenn exhaled a shaky breath as Vivi rubbed her arms.
“And if that bastard says he doesn’t love you too, I’ll come and slap the lie right out of him.”
They both snort-laughed again. Jenn grabbed a tissue and cleaned her face.
God, could Vivi be right? Could Ruairidh feel the same? Or was she just the fool in love, like some tragic heroine from one of his trashy books?
The doorbell rang, interrupting Jenn’s thoughts.
Vivi glanced at her phone.
“Oh, timing.” She got up. “Back in a sec.”
“Hey, Vivi,” a familiar voice said from the hallway.
“Come in. Come in. Make yourself comfortable. Coffee?”
“Yes, please, that’d be amazing.”
Ally walked into the room.
“Jenn! Good to see you!” Ally hugged her warmly. Big, solid, and broad, the faint scent of woodsmoke clinging to him. He kissed her on the cheek and gave her a wide smile.
Fuck.
Jenn’s mind was ready to start psychoanalysing Ruairidh all over again—and now his best mate was here, her pulse gave a sharp, traitorous kick at the thought of where this conversation could go.
Vivi breezed back with his coffee. “All ready for some plotting and planning.”
“Yup. World domination plans, remember?” He winked at her.
They all laughed.
“But first, what’s the chat?” Ally asked, looking between them.
“Sending Jen-Jen back to Hellisay!” Vivi declared.
Jesus. Vivi. She was supposed to be her best friend?
“You’re staying?!” Ally’s face lit up. “Really?”
Jenn felt something settle inside her. “Yeah. I am.”
“She is. But the problem’s your best mate.” Vivi jabbed a finger at Ally.
“Vivi!”
What the hell was she doing?
“Ah, best friend intervention.” Ally laughed, a knowing glint in his eyes. “I know the feeling.”
“Hello, I’m here,” Jenn said, waving.
