Faking It with the Frenemy

“Their platform?”

“Yeah. She’s filthy rich. At least her family is.”

Huh. I had no idea. But then, I was never interested enough to look her up.

“Anyway,” David says, “I’m gonna sign off here. See you tonight.” He hangs up.

He’s in for a letdown if he thinks I’m going to show up for this party. I check my texts first to see if there’s anything from Kim. Sure enough, I have a few from her that hit my phone a couple hours back.

As I read them, pride and joy for her swell inside me. I knew she could do it, and it’s great that she not only got the bonus, but recognition from her boss for a job well done. And that Dane. As assholes go, he’s a pretty good one.

Kim also wants to know about Yuna’s party. So I guess David wasn’t just being groundlessly hopeful when he said, “See you tonight.” He’s still going to be let down, though.

–Me: I’m proud of you! You deserve every penny and more. As for the party, it sounds good, but how about if we go late or something?

Or maybe not go at all. We should celebrate together. More personal that way.

–Kim: Thanks! I kind of have to be there, though. Yuna said it’s to celebrate my bonus, and she invited Jo and Hilary, too. My best friends.

A little disappointing, but okay. It isn’t like tonight is the only time we’ll have together.

–Me: Then we’ll go. See you soon!

–Kim: I can’t wait! Missed you.

I can feel the enthusiasm from her text, and God, she’s adorable. I wish she were here right now so I could kiss her.

–Me: Me too.

I put the phone in my pocket and drive my Audi out of the airport parking lot. On the way home, I see a florist with bright orange daisies out. They look like they’re beaming with happiness. I stop the car and go inside for a huge bouquet. Kim deserves it, and the flowers remind me of her.

Whistling, I return to the car.

Chapter Fifty

Kim

I change into a simple black dress that straddles semi-formal and formal, since Yuna didn’t say anything about a dress code. But given the location, I think it’s best to be just a tad on the formal side rather than going there in jeans.

I brush my hair and let the layers curl around my face and jaw line. Then I freshen up my makeup, and voilà, I’m done.

The clock on my phone says it’s been over half an hour since Wyatt texted me. It’s going to take a while for him to get here from the airport. The traffic’s crappy on Friday evenings.

I sit on the edge of the bed, then let myself fall back onto the soft mattress. I wish he were here right now. Then I could lift the dress up and straddle Wyatt. I was tempted to say we could stay in when he asked about the party, but going is the right thing to do. Yuna’s done all the work already, and it’d be rude—like, really rude—not to attend.

Champ whines, his nose on my knee.

I use an elbow to lever myself up. “You miss him too, huh?”

Wagging his tail, he gives me a doggy grin.

“Yeah, I know. But he’s going to be here soon.” I scratch his head. “You’re such a good boy, Champ. Yes you are!”

We comfort each other for a while, and then…

There are loud knocks on the door, and my heart starts to accelerate. Wyatt!

I hop off the bed and dash to answer it. I feel my smile widen when I see Wyatt standing on the other side. He looks so good, his shirt a little rumpled from the travel, and hair slightly tousled as though he’s run his fingers through it a few times.