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And just like that, the conversation shifts to Bonnie, and then to work, and then to my dad’s newfound obsession with golf. And by the end of lunch I feel better than I have since the whole Treyton fiasco began. Mainly because I’ve finally admitted to myself that the decision of what happens in my life is mine and mine alone and what happens next will be entirely up to me.
“Bonnie!” I squeal, launching myself at my best friend before she’s even had a chance to walk through the front door.
She drops her duffle bag on the floor and hugs me back, her mess of brown curls tickling my nose as she does.
“Why didn’t you call? I was getting ready to leave to pick you up.”
She gives me another tight squeeze before stepping back to retrieve her bag.
“My flight landed early. Thought I’d surprise you instead.”
“Well, that you did.” I take a moment to wrap my head around the fact that she’s actually here. “Damn, I’ve missed you.”
Bonnie looks exactly the same as she did the last time I saw her, which in reality wasn’t all that long ago. Five months is nothing in the grand scheme of things, but when it comes to not seeing your best friend, it feels like an eternity.
Her thick, dark hair seems a little longer, but other than that, she hasn’t changed a bit. Her deep chocolate eyes are lined with their usual dark liner. Her full lips painted their signature pale pink. Add on the peppering of freckles across her nose and I swear she’s one of the prettiest people I’ve seen up close.
We’re very similar in size, which made borrowing each other’s clothes easy in high school. But because Bonnie lives in heels, she always looks taller than me.
“Missed you more.”
“Not likely.” I step out of the doorway to give her room to come inside.
“Is it just me or did this place get smaller since the last time I was here?” She sets her bag next to the couch before flopping down on her back on top of the cushions. “Or perhaps it’s just this beast.”
“Yeah, I got my measurements mixed up when I purchased it,” I say, referring to the oversized couch.
“Worth it though.” She stretches her arms over her head. “I know it’s a short flight but damn, does it take it out of me.” She smiles up at me as I pass her, taking a seat on the far opposite side of the couch. Propping up on her elbows, she meets my gaze. “So, where are we going tonight?”
“Tonight? You just got done saying how tired you are.”
“And?” She grins.
“Well, we’ve got tonight and tomorrow. I’ve forwarded my business calls to my dad’s line so for the next thirty-eight-ish hours, I’m all yours.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” She shoots upright so fast you would think someone lit a fire underneath her. “Give me twenty minutes to shower and then we can start getting ready. We’re going all out tonight.”
“You just got here, you sure you don’t want to stay in?”
“Clarke Everly Hamilton, you have known me over half my life. When have I ever chosen a night in over a night out?”
I don’t have to think about it but I pretend to do so anyway.
“Never.”
“Exactly.” She smacks her lips together. “And since you’re hell bent on avoiding a certainhe who must not be named, I’m going to make it my mission to have you thinking about anything but.” She shimmies her hips.
“Well, I wasn’t thinking aboutitjust now, until you said that,” I groan.
“You know, you could just do yourself a favor and call the guy back.” She crosses her arms in front of herself.
“And give him the satisfaction? Hell no.”
“Suit yourself. But if you think for one second I’m going to put up with a crying drunk tonight, you have another thing coming, because I will leave your ass at the bar.”
“No you won’t.” I laugh.
“Okay, you’re right, I won’t. But if I slip off to fuck some rando in the bathroom to get away from your mopey ass, you’ll only have yourself to blame.”
