“So I just spend all of his money? It took him years to save for a place and now he’s inherited some money, he could do something he really wants.”
I held my hand up. “Let me stop you right there, you tit. I don’t think there’s anything he wants more than for you to be his wife. Plus you’re getting married so technically it’s your money too. Stop feeling bad. Logan wouldn’t have told you to spend more than what he’s comfortable to spend. Now I will slap your skinny arse if I have to or can we move past this and get the rest of your day planned?”
She leant forwards, taking her glass of white from the table. “You’re the best, Nell.”
“Yes. So…what are you feeding us? Not something posh and tiny. Please!”
“Logan wants fish and chips.”
“Sounds good.”
“It does. But you should’ve seen the wedding planner’s face when he asked if they could do that instead of something from the menu. Good thing he was wearing that fitted, black t-shirt.” She bit her lip, her mind diving into the gutter.
In all fairness Logan was gorgeous.
She grabbed her full folder from the coffee table. “Before we get sucked into this shall we talk about why you’ve been quiet the last few days?”
“I thought you liked it when I’m quiet?”
“My head does but it worries me. Is something wrong?”
I ran my finger up and down the stem of the wine glass. There was something wrong but I didn’t want to talk about it. Chloe knew that my parents argued and broke up a lot but I was trying to keep my mind off their relationship issues.
“Nell,” she said much more sternly. “We talk about my problems often so bloody tell me what’s going on!”
“We talk about my stuff too.”
“No, we talk about what you want to do to your flat, how you wish you had a spare room, that your boss is an arsehole, you want to start your career, and that you have mind-blowing sex with Damon but we don’t talk about anything real.” She dropped the folder back on the coffee table.
Shit, she’s getting serious now.
“Talk to me about what you’re feeling and maybe I can help.”
No one could help. The only ones that had the power to stop me feeling like a terrified child were my parents and they didn’t care when I was a kid so why would they give a flying fuck now?
“Nell!”
“Fine! Jesus, you’re annoying when you’re determined.”
“I could say the same about you,” she shot back. “Spill.”
Tucking my legs underneath me, I pulled the blanket higher. “It’s my parents. They were back on but Dad left after an argument.”
“Well, that’s not unusual, right?”
“No.” But she didn’t know the whole story so she wouldn’t get why I was so distracted with it. I shook my head. “Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t let their petty dramas get to me but they’re my parents, you know, and I just want them to be happy.”
“Their happiness is down to them. I’d like to see you worry less about people almost twice your age and focus on what makes you happy.”
She may as well have said ‘focus on Damon’ because that was exactly what she meant. He did make me happy, ridiculously so, but I loved being free and the sex was out of this world. What was there not to be happy about?
I nodded once. “Sounds like a good plan to me.” And it was one I had been trying to put into action since I was sixteen. Life just wasn’t that clear-cut.
“How are things going with Damon?”
“Good. I’m seeing him tomorrow after work. I hope he has a weekend of bedroom antics–”
Chloe held her hands up. “Alright! I don’t need to know the details.”
“Why not? I wanted to know all of the details between you and Jace and now you and Logan. You still haven’t told me who’s bigger or better in bed.” I almost finished speaking without laughing. Chloe’s death stare was actually pretty good.
“We will never be talking about that.”
“Sodding prude,” I muttered. “Anyway, enough about me and the size of you men’s dicks, let’s do this wedding thing.”
“Sounds good but they are not my men. Me and Jace have been over for a long time.”
“I know. You don’t have to say that. So, what’re we planning tonight?”
She grinned. “We’re researching local florists and DJs.”
There was a reason I hadn’t chosen a wedding planning career like Chlo. For the next three hours I was bored to tears but happy to help my bestie.
After we’d narrowed it down to three based on reviews and a bit of internet stalking, Chloe left to go cuddle with her fiancé and I was alone. Being alone when you were stressing and worrying about something was the worst. I tried to put everything to the back of my mind but I’d never been too successful at that.