“I hope one day we’re doing a lot more than justspending timewith each other.” I flash her a wink.
“Same.” She smiles.
“According to my sister, we should already be married with a baby on the way, so caution to the wind the next time you speak to her.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m aware. She’s already sent me a list of baby names.”
I snort. “We seriously need to get her a boyfriend so she’ll stop obsessing over us.”
“Oh, I’ve been trying to hook her up for years. She’ll go on a couple of dates, then find something wrong with them all. It’s stupid things too, like the way the guy chews or the type of socks he wears. Never fails. Every. Single. Time.” Gemma shakes her head. “She’ll sleep with them, though.”
“Ahh, okay, that’s enough about my sister’s sex life. Moving on to our dinner and movie.”
Gemma chuckles, and we fill our plates and glasses.
“So what torturous movie are you making me watch tonight?” she asks as we sit on the couch.
When I tell her the title, she rolls her eyes. “Tomorrow night, we’re watching27 DressesorKnocked Up.”
“Actually, tomorrow…” I linger after taking a bite of pizza. “I promised Everleigh we’d hang out with her because she’s getting cranky we’re always together. She said she’d be the third wheel, but I told her to invite someone.” I shrug, certain she won’t.
“Perfect! Definitely a Katherine Heigl movie then.”
“I’ll make sure we’re stocked up on whiskey.”
“You mean margaritas?” she counters.
“No, I’m gonna need the hard stuff to get through one of your movies.”
Gemma lifts her glass of wine with a smirk. “Exactly why I’m planning to drink the whole bottle tonight.”
I laugh, but it doesn’t matter because at this moment, we’re more focused on each other.
There’s no doubt about it—I’m falling even harder and faster for Gemma Reid, and I don’t ever want this feeling to stop.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
GEMMA
Though it’sSunday and I typically sleep in, I get up early. Once I’m dressed and drink a cup of coffee, I head over to Katie’s house. We’re going to some open houses, and I’ve been looking forward to it all week. Considering she wants a fixer-upper, it’ll be fun to walk through rooms with character that have actually been lived in. It’ll be a stark difference from the brand-new cookie-cutter mansions Robert stages with pricey furniture. When I park in her driveway, she opens the front door wearing a smile and waves me inside. Though when I walk in, she seems anxious and fidgety.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, just nervous about today. Plus, Owen threw a fit when my mother came to get him. He thinks he’s old enough to stay home alone. Boys,” she groans, rolling her eyes. “It’s times like this when I wish I would’ve had a girl.”
“Yeah, but she probably would’ve been worse, especially if she’d been anything like you. Young Katie was a high-maintenance, bratty know-it-all,” I tease.
Katie chuckles, grabbing her purse. “You’re probably right. I should be careful what I wish for and more thankful for what I have. I’d rather deal with a boy because our biggest arguments revolve around showering and video games.”
“Exactly.” I nod as we go to her car.
After we buckle in, Katie hands me a piece of paper with several addresses written down. I notice one’s a block down from my house. “Oh, I recognize this one. I think an older couple used to live there, and after their kids grew up, they moved to Alaska or something.”
“Really? So it’s not haunted. Noted.” She snickers as she drives us across town.
“So how’s the single life?” Last week, I told her all the details of Robert’s and my breakup and how I have zero plans to work it out with him.
I hold back a grin but fail miserably.