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“It would mean so much to me.”
She couldn’t believe she was actually considering this, but she couldn’t think of a good excuse other than the fact that she was in love with the groom. When it came to Franky, she was weak. And he had now stooped to sticking out his bottom lip and clasping his hands together.
“Fine. But only if I can find time in my schedule. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now.”
He leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you! You’re the best friend a guy could ask for.”
The smile on his face was almost worth agreeing to this insanity. She knew she’d regret it, but maybe it was a positive step toward accepting the reality of Franky and Ivy and finally getting past her feelings for him.
THIRTY-TWO
Hey, what are you doing down here?”
Skylar looked up from her computer screen at Gus, standing in the doorway of her office. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“It’s Saturday and a holiday. You should be up on the roof, enjoying the Fourth of July festivities with everyone else.”
“I’m not in the mood, I guess.”
Gus wore a look of concern. “You haven’t been in the mood for much in the past few months.”
“So.” Her tone was defensive, and she knew it.
“I’m worried about you. We all are.”
She raised an eyebrow. “All?”
“The family,” he replied. “You haven’t been to breakfast in weeks. You’ve missed work. This isn’t like you, Sky.”
She turned in her chair and looked out the window at the buildings across the river. “Everybody’s allowed to feel crappy sometimes.” She glanced back at him. “You’ve had plenty of experience with that.”
His mouth twisted to one side in disapproval.
“After all the crazy you and Bash have brought on the family this year, don’t you think I’m entitled to a little of my own?”
“Nobody’s calling you crazy.” He paused. “This is about Franky’s wedding, isn’t it?”
She turned back to the window.
“It’s okay to feel sad, Skylar, but you can’t shut the rest of us out. We’re here for you. We can help you get through it.”
“I don’t know how. You got the girl. You get your happily ever after. And I get to watch my best friend, the man that I love, marry another woman.”
“There’s someone else out there—”
“Don’t start,” she snapped as she held up her hand and stood. “I can’t deal with this right now.”
“Maybe you need to. Maybe you need to talk to someone.”
“Who? You?”
“A professional, Sky.”
Her eyes narrowed. “So you do think I’m crazy.”
“No, and there’s no shame in going to therapy.”
She shook her head. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll get over it. Let’s just go to the party.”