Backup Plan - Emily Goodwin Page 0,62

He has another sandwich in his hand.

“Yes.”

“And you don’t want to be anything more?”

I unsnap Adam’s onesie and put the clean diaper underneath him before undoing the dirty one. “She lives in LA,” I say, giving him a non-answer and trying not to let myself think too much into it. If Chloe doesn’t want anything more, then I’ll have to accept it and do everything I can to make sure she’s happy. I’d rather have her in my life as a friend than not in my life at all, no matter how much it’ll hurt to stand by the sidelines and watch her with someone else.

“You wouldn’t want to do the long-distance thing then. Yeah, I get that.” He turns the TV on, and I finish changing Adam. I hold the baby against my chest as I take the dirty diaper into the bathroom to throw away.

“Do you want to do tummy time with him?” Rory asks as I walk by.

“Sure. Is the playmat in the living room?”

She nods. “It’s in the pack-and-play. He likes the one with the mirror and the fish.”

I get things set up and sit on the floor with my nephew. Mason is flipping through different crime documentaries on Netflix. “So, you’re not going to make a move on Chloe tonight?”

“No,” I say, getting annoying at my siblings for pestering me. Enough is enough already. I don’t want to have to blurt out the truth to get them to shut the hell up.

“Then you won’t mind if I do, right?”

“Hilarious,” I deadpan.

“I’m serious,” Mason goes on. “You wouldn’t mind? You’ve seen her. Damn, she’s hot.”

I look at Mason, not sure what the fuck he’s trying to do. Though I’m confident if Mason did make a move on Chloe she’d laugh and think he was trying to be funny. There’s no way she’d take him seriously. Hell, even I’m not taking him seriously.

“Isn’t she?” he goes on.

“Yes,” I say, remembering standing in the kitchen with my hands on her back. Her hair felt like silk against my fingers and her skin was soft and smooth as I massaged her shoulders. “She’s attractive. She’s always been attractive.”

“Yeah, she has. Hey, remember that summer after her freshman year of college? We took the boat up to Lake Huron for the weekend, and Chloe wore this pale pink bikini.” His eyes are on me, and I know Mason well enough to know he’s trying to get a reaction. He can be an asshole like that. Lucky for him, Mom comes home with groceries and has him help put stuff away.

She’s in a panic about the house not being clean enough for Chloe to come over, and we all do our best to appease her and pitch in with the cleaning. Chloe was the least judgmental person I ever knew, and from the little time we spent together, I think it’s safe to say she still is, which is impressive, really, considering how much her life has changed.

“Mom,” Rory presses at half-past four. “The good china is going overboard.”

“I agree,” I say, not wanting to wash any more dishes. “Chloe’s excited to see everyone. She’s not even going to notice the dishes.”

Mom’s standing in the dining room, looking at the table. She bought a new centerpiece today as well. “You’re right. Chloe is just like family. It’s just been so long since we’ve seen her.”

I feel everyone flick their eyes to me, hoping I’d give some sort of a better explanation than just the standard “we drifted apart.” Mom turns her attention to me. “You should have invited her over sooner.”

“I haven’t seen her in ten years.”

“You could have called.”

I did. And she never answered. “I’m going to go get her now.”

“Already?” Mom jumps back into action. “Did anyone clean the upstairs guest room’s bathroom?”

“She’s not going to go in there,” Dad says, patting Mom’s shoulder. “And it was cleaned before the kids arrived.”

“Fine, fine.” Mom lets out a breath and turns to me. “Drive slowly, please.”

“I’ll take the long way,” I tell her, and I actually will. I told Chloe five, and it only takes about twenty minutes to get to Chloe’s dad’s house since I have to drive around the lake. “Both times.” I get my keys, wallet, and phone from the junk drawer where Mom stashed them and go outside. It’s still hot as fuck out, and another storm is on the horizon, making the air even more sticky than it was before.

I stop for gas on the