is in order. I pull the covers back and give her a little shake.
“Mmm, Ryan . . .”
I lift my brows, because that’s a very interesting development, but Jamie doesn’t indulge me by talking in her sleep again. Instead, she bolts upright, springing awake.
“Holy fuck, Nikki,” she screeches. “What the hell are you doing?”
I shrug. “Wanna take a walk on the beach?”
Fortunately, Jamie is easygoing. She shoots me a couple of dirty looks for good measure, throws in a curse, but gets dressed. We’re down at the beach within fifteen minutes.
“So, do you have anything to tell me?” I ask.
She stares at me like I’m a loon. “The moon isn’t made of green cheese. Masturbation doesn’t make you go blind. Jethro Tull is a band, not a guy. How do those work for you?”
“Not bad,” I say. “I was thinking more along the lines of Ryan.”
She slows her step. “What about him?”
“Ever since Damien had him take you home that time, you’ve had this thing.”
I expect her to deny it. Instead, she shrugs. “So?”
“So there really is a thing?”
“Not as far as he’s concerned,” she says, her tone frustrated. “As far as I can tell, I’m invisible to him.”
I hook my arm through hers. “I can’t imagine you being invisible to anyone.”
“I know, right? I mean, what’s up with that?”
I laugh. “So what are you going to do?”
“About Ryan?”
“About you.”
She slows her pace. “I don’t know. I didn’t get that commercial that Caleb is directing, but it felt nice doing the audition thing again. But I don’t want to get back on the same hamster wheel, you know? And I’m—” She glances at me, then clams up.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“James . . .”
“Fine. Whatever. It’s just that everything changes with you getting married.”
“I’m still your best friend.” I stop walking, and tug her to a stop, too.
“Well, duh,” she says, in a way that sends a shock of relief running through me. “I just mean that I don’t think I’d do that great living by myself. In case you hadn’t noticed, I have a tendency to run a little wild. And you’re off the roommate market. I thought about living with Ollie, but that might be weird.”
“Ya think?”
She waves a hand. “Nah, that’s over,” she says, referring to their romps between the sheets. “But it still might be weird. Where is he, anyway? He’s coming to the wedding, right?”
“He’s supposed to be at the dinner tonight.” Since we’re not doing a big wedding, we’re not having an official rehearsal dinner. But we are getting a whole slew of our friends together. “He’s been in New York. Depositions, I think he said.”
“And Damien’s cool with him coming tonight?”
“Like you said, it might be weird, but on the whole it’s okay. They aren’t ever going to call each other up to go have a beer at the corner pub, but I think we can manage the occasional dinner and social event.”
“Good.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Change sucks.”
I think about the changes in my life since Damien entered it, and the ones that are coming. A wedding. Hopefully a family. I smile, then start walking again, tugging Jamie along beside me. “No,” I say firmly. “You’ll see. Change doesn’t have to suck at all.”
Le Caquelon in Santa Monica is closed tonight for our private party. Alaine, Damien’s childhood friend and best man, owns the fondue-style restaurant, and has graciously offered it for this evening’s party.
I love the place, with its funky decor and wild colors. The last time I was here, Damien and I shared a very private booth. Tonight, everyone is gathered in the main restaurant. We are laughing, talking, and toasting. And, of course, indulging in the various fondue pots that Alaine has scattered throughout.
He has turned off the restaurant’s normal New Age music in favor of piping Rat Pack tunes from the speakers. Apparently he is aware that Damien and I
“Mmm, Ryan . . .”
I lift my brows, because that’s a very interesting development, but Jamie doesn’t indulge me by talking in her sleep again. Instead, she bolts upright, springing awake.
“Holy fuck, Nikki,” she screeches. “What the hell are you doing?”
I shrug. “Wanna take a walk on the beach?”
Fortunately, Jamie is easygoing. She shoots me a couple of dirty looks for good measure, throws in a curse, but gets dressed. We’re down at the beach within fifteen minutes.
“So, do you have anything to tell me?” I ask.
She stares at me like I’m a loon. “The moon isn’t made of green cheese. Masturbation doesn’t make you go blind. Jethro Tull is a band, not a guy. How do those work for you?”
“Not bad,” I say. “I was thinking more along the lines of Ryan.”
She slows her step. “What about him?”
“Ever since Damien had him take you home that time, you’ve had this thing.”
I expect her to deny it. Instead, she shrugs. “So?”
“So there really is a thing?”
“Not as far as he’s concerned,” she says, her tone frustrated. “As far as I can tell, I’m invisible to him.”
I hook my arm through hers. “I can’t imagine you being invisible to anyone.”
“I know, right? I mean, what’s up with that?”
I laugh. “So what are you going to do?”
“About Ryan?”
“About you.”
She slows her pace. “I don’t know. I didn’t get that commercial that Caleb is directing, but it felt nice doing the audition thing again. But I don’t want to get back on the same hamster wheel, you know? And I’m—” She glances at me, then clams up.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“James . . .”
“Fine. Whatever. It’s just that everything changes with you getting married.”
“I’m still your best friend.” I stop walking, and tug her to a stop, too.
“Well, duh,” she says, in a way that sends a shock of relief running through me. “I just mean that I don’t think I’d do that great living by myself. In case you hadn’t noticed, I have a tendency to run a little wild. And you’re off the roommate market. I thought about living with Ollie, but that might be weird.”
“Ya think?”
She waves a hand. “Nah, that’s over,” she says, referring to their romps between the sheets. “But it still might be weird. Where is he, anyway? He’s coming to the wedding, right?”
“He’s supposed to be at the dinner tonight.” Since we’re not doing a big wedding, we’re not having an official rehearsal dinner. But we are getting a whole slew of our friends together. “He’s been in New York. Depositions, I think he said.”
“And Damien’s cool with him coming tonight?”
“Like you said, it might be weird, but on the whole it’s okay. They aren’t ever going to call each other up to go have a beer at the corner pub, but I think we can manage the occasional dinner and social event.”
“Good.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Change sucks.”
I think about the changes in my life since Damien entered it, and the ones that are coming. A wedding. Hopefully a family. I smile, then start walking again, tugging Jamie along beside me. “No,” I say firmly. “You’ll see. Change doesn’t have to suck at all.”
Le Caquelon in Santa Monica is closed tonight for our private party. Alaine, Damien’s childhood friend and best man, owns the fondue-style restaurant, and has graciously offered it for this evening’s party.
I love the place, with its funky decor and wild colors. The last time I was here, Damien and I shared a very private booth. Tonight, everyone is gathered in the main restaurant. We are laughing, talking, and toasting. And, of course, indulging in the various fondue pots that Alaine has scattered throughout.
He has turned off the restaurant’s normal New Age music in favor of piping Rat Pack tunes from the speakers. Apparently he is aware that Damien and I
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