Page 51 of A Little Bit Engaged
Cara took a bite. “Okay, you’re right. This is delicious.”
“These are a must have.” He put a check mark on the bag. “Planning a wedding is fun.”
“That’s because food is involved.”
“And you’re here, too.” Despite what was happening on the internet and outside her condo, hanging out with Cara was nice. He would bet if they weren’t under so much stress, things would be even more fun. “I forgot what being around people not in the business is like. I’ve been missing out.”
“Well, you know where I am. Or will be, once I’m back in the condo.”
“I’m not waiting a year or more to visit. Although next time, I’ll bring an inflatable mattress.”
“You can have my bed.”
“There’s room enough for us both.” He kept his tone light. “Remember how we used to sleep next to each other in the tree house?”
She laughed. “That floor was so hard. Way more uncomfortable than the couch.”
“We were young enough not to care.”
“We cared about some things.” She grinned. “I’ll never forget the time the flashlight went out.”
“And it rained.” Oh, man. He’d forgotten about that.
“We were soaked and stuck in the dark. It was so miserable.”
“Best. Night. Ever.”
“Second best,” she countered. “After the Academy Awards.”
That surprised him. “Really? I thought telling scary stories and staying up all night because we were too afraid to close our eyes was better.”
She stared off into the distance, and he wondered if she was thinking about when they were kids. They hadn’t been addicted to cell phones then. Instead, they ran around, played, and talked to each other in person.
“You may be right,” she said finally.
“Such good times.” He could rattle off more that he’d forgotten about over the years. “Why’d we stop?”
“We grew up. You and Caitlin moved to L.A. to become actors. I enrolled at San Jose State.”
“Then you joined us in L.A.”
“Until I moved to San Francisco,” she reminded him.
Time had flown by. A part of him wished he could turn back the clock. “Hard to believe it’s been almost ten years since we received our high school diplomas.”
“Doesn’t seem that long ago,” she agreed.
“That’s what happens with close friends.”
Her nod pleased him.
They were close friends, but something was drawing them together in a not-just-friends way. Maybe this energy, this tension, had always been there, but Brody hadn’t wanted to feel it. He did now. He couldn’t get enough.
Brody scooted closer, nervous as a boy asking a girl out for the first time. “I had an ulterior motive for giving you that pie pop.”
She didn’t move away but leaned forward slightly. “What was that?”
“There was only one apple. It’s your favorite, so I thought maybe I could get a taste.”
