“The florist?”
“Yeah.” I nod around at the site and ask, “Everything going okay?”
He nods his head. “Yup, we’re getting through it seamlessly.”
“I expect nothing less.” I clap him on the shoulder and go to move away, I want to check on everyone else before I drive over and see if they’re in need of help. Henry sent me a list of sites that need some extra care and I want to keep on top of shit so I can earn his trust.
“Wait a minute, what were you doing at the florist?”
I smirk at him and shrug. “Just getting my girl back.”
Chapter Forty-Five
“Sometimes having your friend pull your head out of your own ass is the only way you’ll be able to see the light.” –April
VIVIANA
“Okay, someone knock already. I drove four hours to be here, and I know you have chocolate in that bag.”
“I’m not knocking. What if she hates us now?”
“Why would she hate you?”
“I didn’t sayme, I saidus.”
“Why would she hate us, then?”
“I don’t know! She hasn’t spoken to us in two weeks! Why else would she ignore us?”
“Maybe she’s—”
I swing the door open, effectively cutting off the conversation and looking at the three—nope, four, Molly is here too—stooges on my doorstep.
“What are you guys doing?”
Jane pouts and pushes in, pulling me into her arms and hugging me tightly. I’m standing there with my arms out to the side, frozen at the affection from her. I’ve noticed she’s very affectionate with Warren, but rarely anyone else.
So, this feels strange.
“Um, hi,” I tell her and step back when she releases me. She doesn’t let me go far, her hands come to my shoulders, and she holds me there.
“What do you need, girl? We brought food and even wine!” She perks up at the wine, her face brightening as she reaches for the bag by her feet.
“Thanks,” I mumble and step back, watching all four girls filter into the room. I’m glad I’m wearing my cute cashmere sweater pajamas and that they’re clean. I dug out all of my fall wear and I felt like I perked up at the sight of sweaters and knee-high boots. Fall was finally here. Swoon.
“We haven’t heard from you in two weeks,” Quinn scolds me, her arms folded under her chest.
“Weren’t you just down here last week?” I ask, frowning at her.
“Yes, I was.” She looks almost upset, and her next words tell me why. “We were here to announce that we’re engaged, and you didn’t even come to the loft for that.”
I sigh, a pang of real guilt and regret hitting me square in the chest. “I’m so sorry. I sent a basket of goodies.”
“I don’t want goodies!” She lifts her hand. “Okay, wait, that’s a lie. I want them.” She closes her eyes and sighs, looking at me. “But I want you more. I wanted you to be there.”
Friendship is so weird. For weeks I’ve felt myself grow closer to each of these ladies, I’ve only just begun to let myself open up to them and when I broke up with Archer… well, I thought I’d lost my new friends.
Friendship freaked me out. I hated the thought of losing these people in my life after just gaining their love and trust.