Page 42 of Sweeter Than Fiction

She sighs and looks at me. “Look at Paul and me. We were friends for years before we got together. And when we finally stopped fighting our feelings, it was the best thing we could have done. If we would’ve kept being stubborn, Kaylee wouldn’t be here today.”

Maybe she’s onto something. My sister is insanely happy and is married to her best friend. She has the whole thing figured out.

I swallow hard before asking, “What if I ask her out, and she shoots me down?”

“I doubt that will happen. Most women seem to love you.”

“Abby’s not most women.”

“Which is exactly why you don’t want to let her get away. Just give it a shot. If it doesn’t work, prove that you still want to be her friend.”

Knowing I may not be convinced, she says, “Just think about it, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

She tells me she’ll be right back as she picks up Kaylee to put her in bed.

Everything Jill just said plays through my head. Since the moment Abby and I started hanging out, I can’t seem to get her off my mind. She may be the most awesome woman I’ve ever spent time with.

And I would love to get to know her better—in every way possible.

I have no problem dating every wrong woman, and now, I may have found the right one, and I’m second-guessing it?

Maybe it’s about time to make a move.

Chapter Seventeen

Abby

“Hey, you.” I smile as I open the door to Don. “I didn’t think I’d see you tonight.”

Clearly, Abby. You’re in sweatpants with holes in them and a Snuggie.

Usually, I put on my good sweats when I know we will be spending time together. Tonight, I figured I was safe to look like a bum.

He runs his hand over the stubble on his face. “Yeah, just got back a little while ago. I wanted to come say thank you for taking my laptop inside.”

“Oh, it wasn’t a problem.”

He holds up a tiny bag. “Well, I got you a gift anyway.”

“Really?” I ask as he hands it to me. A wide smile crosses my lips as I open the bag. “A mug from Nebraska.”

“Figured your cabinet could use a little small town.”

“I love it. Come on in.” As I take the mug to the kitchen, I say, “I have something for you too.”

“Oh?”

I pull out a Ziploc bag that’s full of chocolate chip cookies. “Here. I made them yesterday and already ate half of them. Save me from myself.”

Plus, I feel bad that I snooped through your apartment.

“That’s so sweet of you, Abs. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. So, how is Kaylee doing?”

He crosses his arms over his chest as he leans against the counter. “She’s a tough little bird. Even with a broken leg, she hasn’t slowed down much.”

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