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I didn’t have anything else to say.
She merely watched me.
“What?” I asked.
“Is that all?”
Fuck me. I’d expected a reaction out of her, not a question. “Like what?”
“What did he do?”
My eyes misted up. The question didn’t have an answer. “Nothing. He didn’t do anything.”
“Nothing?” she repeated.
I shook my head and hid behind my cup, taking another sip.
A smirk grew on her face. “When did you fall, exactly?”
“What?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. I guess I fell for him that night we flew back from Iowa.” A conversation with Sandy never did seem to go in a straight line. She’d verbally zig when I expected a zag.
“No, silly.” She tapped her temple. “When did you hit your head and lose your damn mind?” She laughed. “This is hilarious.”
I didn’t appreciate the Sandy humor. “It’s not funny.”
“Of course not, girl. You hook the biggest fish in the sea, and you want to throw him back. Are you out of your ever-fucking mind?”
“I didn’thookhim,” I shot back. That was an insulting way to put it.
The serious Sandy came out of hiding as she leaned forward. “I know that. You fell for him hard. Do you love him?”
I sniffed and nodded. “I think so.”
“Think or know?” she asked.
I looked at the table. “I do.” I’d known for a while now. He was the best man I’d ever been with, and an impossible man not to love. That’s what made this so hard.
“Now, will you tell me what’s really going on in that screwed-up head of yours?”
I sniffed. “You’re not going to believe me.”
“Hey, I’m looking at the bright side. After you and I are done here, I’m adding him to my dance card.”
I laughed at her joke.It was a joke, right?“If you do, I’ll have to kill you.”
“You love him that much, huh?”
It took me an hour to explain how wonderful things had been, and how they’d gotten so screwed up now.
Sandi nodded and listened and empathized the way I knew she would. She had always been my best friend—the one I could talk to, the one who understood, the one who had my back no matter what.
“So,” she summarized. “Either you dishonor your father by leaving Rossi’s, or he disappoints his father and loses his dream by not going to London. That’s the choice?”
I sighed. “Pretty much.”
“I still don’t get why dumping the guy is the right thing to do.”
“I wouldn’t be able to take it, knowing what I’d cost him, and sooner or later, he’d realize what I’d done to him and hate me for it.”
