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“Oh my God, I’ve missed you so much!” she squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I drop my bag, wrapping my arms around her waist.
Delaney is the closest thing to a sister that I have left, and it’s almost making me emotional to hug her like this. It feels like it’s been a lifetime.
“I missed you,” I tell her, pulling back to get a good look at her.
Delaney Marcum is a literal model. She’s got long, black hair, and it hangs all the way down to her waist. It’s always shining and it’s always straight. That’s her signature look. It always has been. She’s got beautiful blue eyes and crystal-clear skin.
“You look fucking incredible,” I tell her.
“Me? Have you seen yourself? Damn, girl,” she says, whistling.
I shove at her shoulder, laughing.
“You have to say that shit. You’re my best friend.”
“That just makes me more honest. That’s how you know I’m not bullshitting you,” she says, linking her arm with mine after I pick my bag up from the floor.
“Where’s your bag?” I ask.
“Oh, Clark fucking James just put it into the back of his truck. Hot damn that man is fine,” she says, fanning herself.
“You’re insatiable.” I laugh.
“For real, though. He lives here? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I just found out last night and you weren’t answering my calls,” I tell her.
“Sorry about that. I took an Ambien and fell asleep early,” she says, frowning.
“It’s fine. I know how you get,” I say, waving her off.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“You’re flaky. I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side, but if I have an emergency and it relies on someone answering their phone, I’m not calling you,” I tell her, laughing.
“What the fuck?”
“You know I’m right,” I say, pulling the front door open.
“Fine. I’ll give you this one, but I’m going to be better this summer, just watch.”
“Please don’t. I like you just the way you are,” I tell her, tossing my bag into the back of Clark’s truck.
“You guys ready?” Mitch asks.
“You ready to finally admit that you love me?” Delaney asks my brother, grinning.
“Nice try,” he says, rolling his eyes, before opening the door for us.
“It was worth a shot,” she says, shrugging.
“It’s never gonna happen, Del,” I tell her.
“A girl can dream.” She sighs.
I watch Clark walk out of the house. He’s clearly angry, arguing with someone on the phone, but we’re shut inside of the truck, so I have no idea what he’s saying. My eyes travel to Mitch, who’s now walked over to Clark and is putting his hand on his shoulder. Clark shrugs him off and Mitch puts his arms up in surrender.
