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The food is everywhere, muddy footprints are on the white tablecloth, and Barry is sitting up on the white couch eating a whole cooked chicken.
“Barry,” I cry. “What did you do?”
Henley looks around and assesses the damage and inhales deeply before saying anything. “Who wants pizza?”
Three months later . . .
Henley
I walk down the street with Blake and Antony. It’s Tuesday, and we’re on our way to lunch.
“You should just go for it,” Antony says.
“I can’t just fucking go for it,” Blake snaps. “She’s not even divorced yet. The bed hasn’t even gone cold.”
I roll my eyes, unimpressed with Blake’s obsession with Rebecca. “Do me a favor and never go for it.”
“Why?” he snaps.
“Because she is Juliet’s friend, and we live on the same street, and we all know that you will completely fuck this up and I will never hear the end of it.”
“That’s a very good point,” Antony agrees.
Blake rolls his eyes. “I just want one night.”
“You can’t fucking have it. Find someone else to lust over. Rebecca is off limits to you. Permanently.” We pass a jewelry store, and I stop and peer in. Blake and Antony keep walking, turn to see what I’m looking at, and walk back. Blake puts his hands into his suit pockets as he looks in at the jewelry through the window. “What are we looking at here?”
“Engagement rings.”
“Why?” His eyes widen.
“I’m going to ask Juliet to marry me.”
“Again, why?” He winces, horrified.
“Fuck me.” Antony drags his hand down his face. “You’ve been with her for two fucking minutes. Calm down.”
“Right?” Blake agrees. “Why would you want to get married?”
“Because I love her. It’s been the best three months of my life. I’ve thought long and hard about this. I want her as my wife.”
Juliet and I are inseparable.
Blake grabs my arm and pulls me away from the window. “It’s too soon. I’m not letting you act fucking crazy. If in twelve months you still want to do it, be my guest. You don’t ask someone to marry you after twelve fucking weeks.”
We trudge down the street. “If I want to do it, I’m doing it.”
“In twelve months,” he snaps.
“Just concentrate on not sleeping with Rebecca,” I fire back. “Stay out of my business.”
“She’s concentrating on that enough for the two of us,” he replies flatly.
“She seriously has zero interest in you,” Antony adds.
“I’m aware.” Blake sighs. “Dumb. Doesn’t she know what she’s missing out on?”
“Clearly not,” Antony mutters.
