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thing sounds a little too much, even for you.”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I gave her a fake, toothy smile that I was sure
showcased some of the contents of my lunch.
I didn’t care that anybody in the coworking space on the fifteenth floor,
where we were having lunch, could see me. At this time, there weren’t many
people left on this floor anyway. Leave it to a company in New York City to
dedicate this much space—and money because the decor was right out of
hipsterland—to a coworking and shared space for a bunch of workaholics
who didn’t make use of it outside of their lunch break. No more than a couple
of tables to my right were occupied by now—the ones closest to the
impressive floor-to-ceiling windows, of course.
“Don’t look at me like that.” My friend pouted across from me. “And
please, I love you, but that’s not a nice look. I can see some … lettuce
hanging out of your mouth.”
I rolled my eyes, chewing and finally washing down my mouthful.
Contrary to what I had hoped, food had done nothing to appease my
mood. This pounding ball of anxiety was still asking to be fed. “I should have
ordered a second panini.” On any other day, I would have. But the wedding
would be in no time, and I was trying to watch what I ate.
“Yes, and something else you should have done? Told me about all of
this before.” Her voice was soft, just how all things Rosie were, but the
weight behind those words prickled at my skin all the same. “You know, like
from the moment you decided to make up a boyfriend.”
I deserved it. I had known Rosie would—sweetly—kick my ass as soon
as she found out that I had kept from her all that me lying to my family about
being in a relationship business.
“I’m sorry.” I reached my hand out across the table, taking hers. “I’m so
sorry, Rosalyn Graham. I should never have kept this from you.”
“No, you shouldn’t have done that.” She pouted some more.
“In my defense, I was going to tell you on Monday, but we were
interrupted by you know who.” I wouldn’t say his name out loud, as he often
appeared out of thin air when I did. I squeezed her hand. “To make it up to
you, I will ask my abuela to light a few candles to one of her saints, so you
are rewarded with many children.”
Rosie sighed, pretending to think about it for a moment. “Fine, I accept
your apology.” She squeezed back. “But instead of children, I’d much rather
get introduced to one of your cousins maybe?”