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Trigger lets out a gruff laugh, squeezing the hand I didn’t realize he was still holding before letting go. “Super fucking weird. I had to go apologize to her after the whole incident and it was a whole thing about her going by her old name. Confused the fuck out of me, especially cause I was already awkward as hell trying to apologize.”
“Apologize for what?”
He grins sheepishly and shakes his head. “I may have said a few not so nice words and pretty much blamed her for everything that happened to you.” His eyes catch mine and his face falls when he must sense my anger. “I didn’t mean any of it. I was just so caught up in the moment and upset that I couldn’t find you.”
“That doesn't make it right, Jamie.”
“I know that. Fuck, I know that.” He squeezes his eyes shut, dropping his forehead to the steering wheel. “I know it’s a shit excuse, and I still feel fucking horrible about it. It took some time, but I think we’re cool now. Flame sure as hell wasn’t happy with me for a while.”
I take a deep breath, reaching my hand out and rubbing it on his shoulder. “It’s all in the past now. I just hope she knows that it was in no way her fault.”
Rolling his head to the side, his eyes meet mine. “It isn’t yours either.”
I smile softly. “I’m working on trying to believe that.”
These moments are the moments that I wish I could just throw caution to the wind and accept everything that he’s willing to offer. Does it piss me off that he may have hurt my friend? Hell yes. But I can see every bit of remorse and regret in his eyes when he said the words. I truly believe he didn’t mean it.
I already know without a shadow of doubt that whoever wins Trigger’s heart, whether it be me or someone else, which even the thought of makes me murderous, is going to get a wonderful boyfriend and husband.
He may have some quirks, but don’t we all? Isn’t that what makes life fun? No one can be perfect in every way. It just isn’t possible.
Trigger gets out of the car, rounding the front and helping me out before leading me back around to take the driver's seat. He stands, leaning against his motorcycle and waits for me to leave. I smile and give a small wave before driving off, staring at his unmoving reflection in the rearview mirror until he is out of sight.
The sun is starting to set on my drive home, and I’m hoping to all hell the girls are in the right driveway so I don’t piss off any of my new neighbors.
When I lived in the house as a child, my only neighbor was an elderly woman to the left of us. Now I have neighbors on each side, who I’ve seen in passing, and neither one is elderly.
Ten minutes later, I’m pulling down my street and smile when I see Lyric’s black sedan in my driveway with her and Brenna sitting on the trunk.
“Finally! We’ve been here for hours!” Lyric sighs dramatically, touching the back of her fingertips to her forehead.
“We’ve been here for ten minutes,” Brenna giggles, bumping her shoulders into Lyric’s before hopping off the back of the trunk.
“Nice digs, Pebbles. I’ve driven down this road before going to the clubhouse and I never would’ve guessed this was your parents,” Lyric chirps and smiles, throwing her arm around my shoulders squeezing me to her.
I can’t even lie. Being in Lyric’s arms has fresh tears coating my lids and, if I think too hard, I’m going to break down and cry like a baby. Lyric is my best friend and I’ve been avoiding her like the plague.
I shake off the emotions threatening to break free and smile. “Come on inside! I’m excited for you guys to see it.”
I unlock the door, letting the girls inside before flipping the light switch and causing the entire front room to come to life. My light gray couch from the apartment looks perfect and cozy in the open great room across from the large TV I never really watched before.
“I hate to admit it, because I miss living right next to you, but it looks so much better here than your apartment,” Lyric comments.
I smile at Lyric, turning to drop my purse on the foyer table. “I think so too. I’m going to change really quickly, but please, make yourselves at home.”
Five minutes later, I’m coming down the stairs and stop short when Lyric’s squeals terrorize my eardrums.
“Oh my god!” she squeals when she looks down at my belly, which sticks out against the tight tank top I changed into.
I look down to my belly, running my hand along the small protruding bump.
Lyric and Brenna both charge at me and I have a momentary rush of panic before I’m able to push it down and remind myself that these are just my friends. They would never harm me.
Brenna pulls me into a hug and Lyric drops to her knees in front of me, pulling an unladylike cackle from me as she kisses and baby talks at my belly.
Tears track down my cheeks as I stand in my living room with my best friends blustering over my belly. When I catch both of their eyes, the wetness I find in each of theirs just causes me to cry harder.
I run my finger along Lyric’s cheeks when her mascara and eyeliner start to run. “What’d I tell you about waterproof makeup?” I laugh, hiccuping.
