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I feel caught.
“Level with me. There’s something happening between you two, isn’t there?”
I draw in a breath, toss the pillow away from me, and stretch my hands over my head. “It would never work, so it doesn’t matter.”
“What? Why not?” she asks.
“You said it yourself,” I say. “She’s a hopeless romantic. She’s basically just waiting for some sappy guy to come in and sweep her off her feet in the rain on the hood of a truck.”
She laughs.
“What?”
“You dope.”
I shake my head. “That’s not me.”
“So?”
“So what? That’s not me.”
She narrows her eyes. “But it could be.”
“No,” I say. “It couldn’t. Trust me. Emmy and I are different.”
“Different isn’t always bad,” she says. “And she makes you better.”
I frown. Again with that?
“Jace told me about the fight at the bar.”
I sit forward, suddenly defensive. “It wasn’t—”
She shakes her head. “No, that guy had it coming to him. If I’d been there, I would’ve punched him myself.”
I go still.
“He told me that Emmy basically saved you from yourself.”
I turn my head away, then look at her.
“Yeah, Emmy’s always had a way of calming me down.”
“So, what’s the problem? What the heck are you waiting for?” Mack asks.
I think back to the day of my wedding. The day Emmy told me how she felt about me.
I don’t say anything.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
I hold back. I really don’t want to talk about this.
“Owen?”
“I screwed up, okay?” I say it on a sigh.
“Did you sleep with my best friend?” Mack’s forehead pulls in a tight line.
