done the same thing.
“No tears.” She lifts her chin, battering her eyelashes as proof.
“Tinsley.” He growls her name, causing my best friend to blush and lick her lips. I am starting to get used to this dance of theirs more and more. It makes me miss James.
I enjoyed the few growls I’ve gotten from James. My heart flutters thinking about it. How can I miss someone so much that I saw a few hours ago? It doesn’t seem possible, but nevertheless I do.
“Look how cute that puppy is, and my own best friend didn't even tell me she went out and got a baby.”
“Hey, you’re having like a real baby,” I remind her. She drops down to call Bear over to her. I loosen the leash so he can trot over to her. Reed is now giving me a curious stare. I look down at my top to see if I have something on me but don’t see anything. All good. When I look back up, his eyes are back on Tinsley as usual.
“I can get you a puppy.”
I snort a laugh. Reed looks a little lost as to what he should do to make her happy.
“Nah.” She gives Bear’s head another pet before standing. “One day, but right now it’s you and me time until our little one gets here.” He smiles, going in for a kiss. I let them have it for a moment before I clear my throat. I am hungry and watching them be all sweet and kiss is only making me miss James more.
“Would you like me to take you two to lunch?” Reed offers after he gets Tinsley to tell him it’s only her hormones making her cry about a puppy. I decline for both of us, telling him I already have a car lined up for us. That gets me another one of those looks from Reed.
James gave me the car for the day along with a driver. He’d insisted on it. He said he had a few things he needed to do for work. I know he didn’t want to leave, but I’d heard him on the phone and it sounded important. I told him to go. That I needed to go out exploring a little and I still had to come up with my bachelorette party ideas. He was reluctant, but in the end he went.
“So you don’t care what I plan?” I ask Tinsley as she cruises the menu, trying to get an idea of what she wants or is willing to do for her bachelorette party.
“I mean I’m knocked up so—” She shrugs.
“We have to do this. I believe it’s a rule.” I reach into my purse, pulling out my notepad.
“You know what I think should be a rule?” I look up from my notepad. “That your best friend should have to tell you how she got a hickey on her neck. Yet here I am not being kept in the loop.” I gasp, my hand flying to my neck. Tinsley smiles.
“There is no hickey!” She’s such a brat.
“Say it louder. I don’t think the back table over there heard you.” We both burst into laughter. “You can plan whatever you like. You know I’m ride or die. Reed will let it happen because it was your plan that helped fast track him and me getting together. I’m sure my soon-to-be husband feels indebted to you.”
“You sure about that?” I pick up my soda and take a sip. Oh, I’m sure he’s more than thankful. I’m just not so sure he’ll let his Tinsley get all dressed up and prance around town with blinking dicks on her.
Well, maybe if he hired a swat team to protect her he might. Can someone hire a swat team? With as much money as these Weston men have, I’d bet the answer is yes. Would James be jealous? No, he’s my wild card to pull this off. He’s in this with me. Why is that suddenly not so exciting? I’m really digressing here.
“I am. Whatever you plan I’m game but—” She reaches out and grabs my hand over the table. “Plan something you want us to do. Not what you think we should do.” What is that supposed to mean? She must read my mind. She often does.
“Your mom thinks some things should be done a certain way.” I suck in a breath. “Now let's order some food to go with all those thoughts you're about to let roll around in that head