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Maybe he’s not interested in me after all.
He shakes his head. “No, it’s all good. So how did you two meet?”
I think I got whiplash from how fast he just changed the subject.
“We met on the first day of high school,” I say before taking a bite of garlic bread.
“And she’s been stuck with me ever since,” Scarlett adds.
“So you’re from Rhode Island too?” he asks.
She briefly wraps her arm around my shoulders. “Yep. And we went to college together too.”
“I keep waiting for her to get sick of me but she keeps hanging in,” I tell him.
He smiles. “You two really are best friends.”
“No.” Scarlett shakes her head. “We’re family.”
His eyes dart back and forth between us, as if he can’t believe how tight we really are. It’s not the first time I’ve seen this reaction. A lot of people have difficulty understanding the depths of our friendship. I’d die if it meant saving her, and she’d do the same for me.
Brett often got jealous and regularly complained about Scarlett being more important to me than he was. And she’s dealt with similar behavior in her own relationships.Men and their fragile egos.
I’m holding out hope that someday, when I’m ready for another relationship, I’ll find a man with enough self-confidence that he won't feel threatened by my love for my best friend. But that seems to be a taller order than I realize.
Conversation dies out as the three of us chip away at the food on our plates. Whenever Scarlett makes lasagna, I eat too much, and tonight is no exception. When my dinner is gone, I set my fork down with a groan and Rogan does the same.
“So, are you gonna snatch that starting position from Brett or what?” Scarlett asks, putting an end to the silence.
My head snaps in her direction. “Scarlett!”
She laughs. “What? I want to know, so I asked.”
Rogan chuckles. “I don’t have a problem with her bluntness. And to answer your question, Y. E. fucking S. Yes!”
She squeals and stomps her feet against the metal stool rung. “I’ll be rooting for you all the way.”
Rogan grins. “I appreciate that. I can use all the positive mojo.” His blue eyes move to me. “What about you, Fall? Are you rooting for me?”
Yes. No. Maybe?
“Fall? What’s this?” Scarlett asks, saving me from having to answer.
“When Rogan and I met, I tripped and fell into him.”
“And now she’s no longer Autumn—she’s Fall.” He winks at me.
Scarlett snorts. “That’s hilarious.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah. What a cheesy riot.”
“It’ll grow on you,” Rogan tells me.
Canting my head, I hit him with a look that’s thick with skepticism. “Don’t hold your breath.” Rogan stands and collects our plates. “You don’t need to do that,” I say.
“It’s the least I can do after that delicious meal.” He rinses everything off before loading them in the dishwasher.
“I could get used to having a handsome man cleaning up,” Scarlett says.
