Page 19 of The Pass
I cock a brow and he chuckles and passes over the Jager.
“Drink, babe. New rule, every time you look at me like you feel sorry for me, you have to take a shot.”
“No way. I’d walk around drunk all the time.” Still, I take a small drink, scowl at the black licorice taste, and hand it back. “Do you think our lives would be easier, dating-wise, if we weren’t friends?”
It’s something I’ve thought about a lot over the past year. I think I’m finally at that point where I feel ready to be in a serious relationship, but I worry as soon as I bring them around to hang out with Tanner, they’ll start acting weird, or worse, it’d put a wedge between me and him. We’ve never had serious relationships at the same time. Would we double date? I can’t picture it.
I glance over at my best friend, hoping he’ll ease my mind, but he shrugs. “Maybe.”
I lean my head back against the lounge chair and shut my eyes.
“Hey, look at me.”
I open my lids to find Tanner has sat up and swiveled his legs around so he’s closer. “Screw everyone else. You’re my person, and if Amelia can’t understand that then it’s already doomed to fail.”
“Tanner—”
“No, I’m serious.”
“I know, but I don’t want to be the reason you and Amelia don’t work.”
“Tonight was my fault. It’s on me.” He grabs my hand and squeezes. “Got it?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Now, help me figure out how I’m going to make it right with Amelia.”
“Oooh, I love when you screw up and we get to make big gestures.”
“We?”
“We both know I’m the brain of the operation, you’re just the pretty face.”
“You think my face is pretty?” He tilts his face side to side showing off with a smug smile.
“We don’t have time to feed your ego and come up with a plan.”
“Good point.” He stands and helps me to my feet. “We need food.”
“I’ll order pizza, you start making a list of things she likes.”
7
Tanner
The soundof the TV and the end credits of the movie wakes me. The side of my face sticks to the leather couch as I try to sit up. Sydney’s using my ass as a pillow. She groans and then her big, brown eyes meet mine.
“I love that movie. It’s my favorite.” Her voice is thick with sleep.
“Obviously.”
“Shut it.” She sits tall and rolls her neck. She’s so freaking gorgeous. It hits me at the weirdest times. Years ago, when it was clear Sydney and I were going to be just friends, I made the decision to stop looking at her like that and enjoy what we had—an awesome friendship. I know that sounds like it would be hard, but when it came down to it, I knew it was either see her as a friend or lose her.
I couldn’t bear that. I mean who else would stay up half the night coming up with a list of ideas to smooth things over with Amelia? Still, sometimes, it just hits me that my best friend is a knockout.
I wince as I hear Amelia’s disappointed voice in my head. I’m not sure anything Sydney and I came up with will work. It isn’t the first time that I lost track of time and accidentally blew her off to hang with Sydney.
Still, Amelia is great, and I want to make it up to her.
