My best friend in the same building? A dream.
“I didn’t ignore you,” I mumble, stabbing at my asparagus risotto. “You were on your honeymoon, Maya. And this is nothing. We’re just friends. I didn’t join any dating websites.”
She shrugs, setting my phone down.
“A pity. Online dating is the solution.”
She takes another bite, eyes flicking back to my phone.
I shift in my seat, suddenly self-conscious.
How much had I actually talked to Eli this past week?
Maya snorts, shaking her head.
“God, you two are a geeky match made in heaven.”
I hesitate.
That much?
She finally looks up, pushes my phone back toward me,and, without a word, goes back to eating.
I stare at her. “So?” I demand.
She keeps chewing, torturing me on purpose.
“So?” I press again.
She finally swallows, sets her sandwich down, and tilts her head like she’s solving a case.
“I think you should hop on the first plane to LA and jump his geeky bones.”
I choke on my water. “Maya!”
She smirks. “That man is everything you, my beautiful weirdo, dream of.”
I groan, rubbing my temples. “Be serious.”
“I am!” She jabs a sharp red nail toward my screen. “That man listened to you rant about stupid Anlon for much longer than any sane person would have. I swear, I regret the day I took you to that writing class to meet that author.”
I scoff, but my heart warms at the memory.
Maya had always been supportive of my writing dream. During my first year of uni, she bought me a masterclass hosted by the then-unknown Melinda James, author of books one and two ofThe Chronicles of Persefia.
Eleven years and ten books later, I’m just as obsessed as I was on day one.
I shrug, stirring my risotto.
“You know you don’t really.The Chronicles of Persefiamake me happy.”
“Do you know what else would make you happy?”
She leans in, her brown eyes sparkling.
I sigh.
“Let me guess—something to do with Eli’s appendage.”
