Wren stepped inside, her gaze ping-ponging between Jordan and me. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”
I pushed to my feet. “Not at all.” I crossed to my friend and gave her a hug. “What are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to check on you. See if you wanted to grab lunch.”
“Sure, I’m about due for a break.”
“You’re not supposed to go anywhere alone,” Jordan argued.
I sent him a withering stare. “I’m not. I’m going with Wren. In broad daylight.”
“I said I’d keep an eye on you—”
“I’ve got her back,” Wren interjected. “We’ll just go down the block to Dockside.”
“Fine,” Jordan clipped, shoving out of the chair and stalking toward his office.
Wren let out a low whistle. “What the hell was that about?”
I shook my head. “Let me grab my wallet, and I’ll tell you on the way.”
I got what I needed from my backpack and followed Wren out of the cottage.
She linked her arm through mine. “I feel like we need aLittle Womennight.”
“We might,” I said with a laugh. We’d watched the movie so many times we knew the thing by heart.
“Spill, girl.”
I sighed. “Jordan thinks this thing with Caden is a bad idea.”
She glanced at me. “So he has no idea it’s all pretend?”
I rolled my lips together, and Wren stilled.
“It’s not fake?” she squeaked.
“Things might have changed…”
“Start talking,” Wren commanded.
A laugh burst out of me at the image of my bestie with her slight pregnancy bump in opposition to her commanding tone. “Okay, okay.”
So, I told her everything. From how things had slowly started to shift, to the combustible night Caden and I had shared, to his admission of always having had feelings for me, to him staying up with me all night.
Wren sighed as she slid into one side of the booth at Dockside. “I won’t lie. It’s damn romantic.”
My cheeks heated. “I’ve never felt anything like what it was with him.”
Wren grinned. “You two have stored up some serious heat.”
Jeanie strode up to our table. “If it isn’t two of my favorite girls. What can I get for you today?”
Wren’s hand went to her belly. “I’ve got a serious craving for a cheeseburger and a chocolate milkshake.”
“Well, we gotta give that little babe everything they want,” Jeanie said with a grin. “What about you, Grae?”
“I’ll have the same. But a strawberry milkshake, please.”
