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Noah’s eyes opened wide, and she could see questions bouncing around behind them. Questions she didn’t really have answers for. One of his arms came around her back, and everything seemed to fade away as his hand landed on her hip, his thumb sweeping across the dip of her waist—once, twice, three times. Olivia became keenly aware of the fact that she was very, very close to doing something from which she might never recover.
“Hey, do you know what day it is?” she blurted, grasping at straws.
Noah blinked, and it looked like it took a lot of effort for him to drag his attention back to what she was saying. “What?” he asked.
“It’s Monday!” she supplied, answering her own question. She disentangled herself from his lap and pushed to her feet. “And do you know what Monday is?”
Noah shook his head, still looking a little like he’d been underwater.
“It’sBachelorDay!” she sang. She glanced at her watch. “If we hurry, we’ll only miss the first thirty minutes; that’s all intros and recap anyway.”
Noah blinked again and then sighed in resignation. “Fine, but we have to go to your place.”
Olivia exhaled for what seemed like the first time since she’d stood up. This felt like a reprieve—though the question was, from what?
17
Friday, March 9
Noah:I’m still having nightmares.
Olivia:LOL! About the women tell all?
Noah:Yes! What kind of trainwreck did you make me watch?
Olivia:*evil laugh* Admit it though, you loved it. The cat fights are the best part.
Noah:Not all the kissing in the sand?
Olivia:No. Sand gets in all kinds of places where you don’t want sand. No thank you.
Noah:Ha! Noted.
Noah:I felt bad for the guy, though. Sitting in a room full of your exes while they ask you why you didn’t want to marry them is every dude’s worst nightmare.
Olivia:He signed a contract. He knew what he was getting into.
Noah:True. Plus he can’t be very smart if he’s kept Courtney all this time.
Olivia:Who would you have kept?
Noah:That’s a loaded question.
Noah:Nobody.
Olivia:Nobody? Why?
Noah:Because you aren’t there.
Saturday, March 10
Noah:How is Avery’s art project going? Need anymore can tabs?
Olivia:No, you’ve already contributed plenty. Thank you! Please tell me you didn’t drink all of those yourself.
Noah:No, I had help. There may or may not have been a burping contest involved.
Olivia:Gross
