“I can’t be brilliant all the time. Even God got a day.”
And back to making sense again.
“You guys have one more day to get your closure,” Max explained, “but might I suggest another option?”
“You’ll share, even if I say no.”
“Only a best friend would know me that well.”
He smiled while I cursed myself for having spoken.
“You could always kiss and make up, ride off into the sunset, or… grab the ring I know you probably kept in the left side of your underwear drawer, and propose.”
“Back up. How the hell did you know that?”
“Best friends.” He grinned and then grabbed the bottle of wine from my hands. “And I got bored and snooped. Didn’t take you for a man-thong sorta guy, but if that’s what gets your gun all snappy, who am I to judge?”
I groaned. “It was a gag gift!”
“The tag was off.”
“There never was a tag!”
“Dude, calm down. I don’t judge. You should see what’s in Reid’s drawer. Actually, it’s under his bed. The spreader bar didn’t fit in the drawer.”
“Thanks, man.” Reid appeared in the doorway and gave his head a shake. “So cool of you to hack into my Amazon account and send me screenshots of all my own purchases while on set.”
Max shrugged. “Not my fault the director was looking over your shoulder when I sent the shot of the Zip Ties and Fifty Shades Your Way, Mr. Grey.”
“It was for Jordan.”
“Good sexual appetites are never reason for judgment.” Max held up his hands innocently. “At any rate, this isn’t about Reid’s weird 2:00 a.m. Amazon purchases of sex toys, or even about my ability to hack his account every time he changes his password. It’s about Jason either getting closure, or getting his girl.”
Colt poked his head outside. “You bitches gossiping?”
“I am APPALLED!” Max pointed at him. “I’ve never been anyone’s bitch—”
“Max!” Becca yelled, and honest-to-God, the man jumped into the air and ran into the house so fast he almost tripped over the rug.
“Sometimes I think we just keep him around for the constant entertainment,” Colt said to himself and then gave me the look — the look best friends give other best friends when they have free advice to offer. “Jason…” he rubbed his lips together, “…I think— Wow, I’m going to need to ask you to run me over with your truck later, but I think Max has a point.” Air whooshed out as he slapped his chest with his hand. “Why was that so damn hard to say?”
“The universe doesn’t like it when we take his side.” Reid shuddered as a swift summer wind picked up.
None of us moved.
It stopped immediately and we all sighed in relief.
“My point exactly,” Reid muttered. “And as much as I hate myself for agreeing… why not see what’s there? I mean, the reunion’s tomorrow night. You guys still clearly have chemistry…”
The wind picked up again. And I had the sudden urge to duck and cover to avoid more lightning.
“Go, young grasshopper!” Max was back in the doorway with Becca behind him. “Find your truth!”
Becca groaned, while Colt and Reid just shrugged and nodded toward her bedroom window.
“And try to be romantic.” Max snorted. “None of this almost-getting-hit-by-a-car-or-lightning-strike shit. Also…” he pointed to the house, “…real men climb.”
“Climb?” I repeated.