Page 86 of Going the Distance
“What?”
“You and Amanda. I thought you wanted to rip her throat out and then I look over and see you laughing like you’re suddenly best friends?”
“She’s…nice,” I defended myself, and bit my lip, looking guiltily at Lee. “She just hugged me and started asking about college, and chatting, and…and I didn’t know what else to do. She’d be hard not to get on with. And did you hear her accent? It’s like, impossible to hate anything she says in that accent. I’m kind of starting to hate myself for ever hating her.”
Lee shook his head in dismay, looking disappointed in me.
“Hey, better we get on than have a catfight over the dinner table, right?”
Lee cracked a grin, then nudged me. “You know I can’t resist seeing a good catfight, Shelly.”
I settled for swatting him over the head; then I looped my arm through his. My friendship with Lee might have been a little rocky the last few months, but right now it was as concrete as ever.
Even if I’d lost Noah, at least I’d always have Lee.
