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“I love you.” I’ve got my face mashed against his chest, so the words come out muffled and flat, but he understands me just fine.
“I love you too.” His finger slips under my chin and tips it up, propping it against his chest so I’ll look at him. “Be my best man?”
“You’re that confident, huh?” I grin up at him. “Who says she’s gonna say yes to your sorry ass?”
“Confidence is just about the only thing I have going for me.” He runs the pad of his thumb across my cheek. “That and a better best friend than I deserve.”
Damnit, I’m crying.
I hate to cry more than I hate wearing dresses.
“Don’t you dare get mushy on me, Gilroy.” I give him one more squeeze before pushing him away.
“You started it with all that I love you crap.” He laughs, sounding both relieved and concerned.
Conner is worried.
About me.
It’s got to be one of the signs of the apocalypse. Any minute now, it’s gonna start raining frogs.
“Hunger makes me say dumb shit, you know that.” Reaching up, I peel myself out of my coveralls and toss them in the corner. “Good luck, Romeo—and take a fucking shower. You stink.”