Sweet Obsession (Sweet Addiction 3)

“That second one sounds like an STD.”

We both laugh. I pull my knees up and brace my heels on the wooden frame.

“I am bummed though. I was really looking forward to tonight. All of us hanging out.” I pick at the hem of my dress.

How long does chicken pox last? A week? Several? Is there a period where it isn’t contagious?

I bring up Google and do a search while keeping Juls on the line.

“Aw, me too. You know how excited I was. And the kids. Especially since you were bringing Mason. I really wanted to see you two together.” She pauses as I skim the page on WebMD. “Can I . . . okay, I want to ask you something, but you can’t get all Brooke on me.”

I huff. “What does that mean?”

All Brooke . . .

All awesome and sexy as hell? Because that’s unavoidable.

“You know exactly what it means. You can’t bite my head off or hang up on me because I’m bringing up mushy shit you don’t usually like to talk about. It’s not nice. I want your word that you’ll at least give me an honest response.”

I exit out of the search on my phone and stare at the screen.

I have a feeling I know where this conversation is going. Mason. Juls wants details, which isn’t surprising. I really haven’t given her any. In fact, the last time we spoke about this I’m pretty sure I bit her head off and hung up.

I definitely hung up.

I sink back onto the bed, resting my phone beside my ear. “I promise.”

“Really?” Juls whispers in complete disbelief. I smile and stare at the ceiling.

“Yes. Hurry up before I change my mind.”

She clears her throat. “Wow. Okay. Well . . .” a soft, shuffling noise comes through the phone.

“Oh, my God, Juls. Do you have notes?”

Little Miss Wedding Planner. I can totally see her having a list of topic points for this discussion.

“What?” she asks, sounding startled. “No, no I’m just reading a magazine. Glamour or something.”

Thud.

A notepad getting tossed, perhaps?

“Right,” I laugh.

“Anyway, I was just wondering how serious this is with you and him. I mean, obviously you’re willing to admit you’re dating, since you planned on bringing him with you tonight.”

“Mm mmm.”

“And that in itself is a miracle,” she chuckles softly. “Headline news. But, I didn’t know if this is just something you are doing for fun, or if it’s more than that. If you even know what it is.”

“I love him.”

She gasps. My stomach does a strange little flip.

“What? You do? Really?”

“Yeah.” Grinning, I grab the phone and set it on my chest. I lift my hair up and let the cool comforter chill the back of my neck. “I really, really love him. I think I just got butterflies from saying it. So apparently those are real.”

“Brooke, that’s wonderful.” Her voice grows exceedingly quiet.

I listen to her soft sniffles. My sister, ever the emotional wreck when it comes to anything even slightly romantic.

“Oh, my God. I was not expecting you to say that. Does he know?”

“I told him last night, right after I figured it out.” I pinch my thighs together. “Then we had wild, shameless sex into the wee hours.”

Juls shrieks. “I’m so happy for you! On both counts, obviously. And I know he loves you too. God, I saw it that night at The Tavern. The way he spoke about you while you were in the bathroom. He was so in love then.”

“What?” I scoff. “No, he wasn’t. That was before we even knew each other at all.”

Is she insane? How he could he have loved me then? I met him two minutes before that night.

“So? I went out with Ian one time and I knew I was going to marry him. One date and that was it. Boom. Why should it take longer? Your soul is recognizing who it belongs to. Knowing should be immediate. It’s like seeing a familiar face in a crowd.”

I press my lips together, holding in my programmed skeptical remark.

Hmm. Maybe Juls is right? Maybe it isn’t entirely strange for it to happen in an instant for some people. I remember what she was like after meeting Ian. Lord, she never shut up about the guy.

And now I never shut up about the guy.

“Maybe,” I quietly reply, thinking back to that night at the bar.

Mason’s face when he walked over. His engaging stare. The way he cared more about hearing me than staying and having a few drinks.

Did he love me then? God, that seems completely senseless.

“Is this like, it for you? Is he the one?”

“Jesus, Juls.” I sit up and hold my phone out. “Would you get out of wedding planner mode please? I told you I loved him. I didn’t ask your opinion on venues or centerpieces.”

Now I know she’s taking notes. I’m sure she has her planner open and is looking at potential dates. So typical.

“Did I ask about venues and centerpieces? No, I asked if you thought Mason was the one. A completely logical question considering your feelings for him.”

“Crazy about Dylan being on bed rest, huh? Can you believe it?”

“Brooke,” Juls snaps. “Don’t change the subject.”

I exhale a slow breath, leaning on my knees and running my thumb over my toenail polish. “The one,” I repeat quietly, contemplating this foreign idea of forever with the same person. A concept I’ve never considered.