Page 10 of Forever After All (Pine Harbour #2)

Alice

" T ell me fucking everything ," Brenna shouts from across the lobby. Completely unfazed that her voice echoes throughout the entire glass building, making it shake.

"Shh," I whisper in a small giggle. Before I've even sat down in my seat, Brenna spins my chair around to face her, almost making me fall to the floor.

"Jesus, woman. Let me sit down first."

Squeezing my forearms in sheer excitement, she says, "Nope. I need the details. Right now. You tell me everything." She squeals the last part.

"To be honest, there really isn't much to tell."

"Well, how about starting from the part where you know Carter fucking Green . You kept that one a secret, didn't you? What other skeletons do you have in your closet, girl?"

I spend the next thirty minutes talking to Brenna in between phone calls and people coming to the desk, about how I know Carter, the night of the wedding, the embarrassment of the following morning, including the part about me vomiting in my hotel room.

She did say she wanted all the details, so I leave nothing out.

Without realising, I've struggled with keeping this all quiet and it feels good to speak to another human about it.

I feel like I've been hiding this huge secret, even though it's really quite innocent.

"Wow. So, Carter's brother is married to your best friend, Autumn, and you and Carter want to fuck?"

"Yep. Wait. What? No. The first bit is right. The second bit is wrong. We are just friends," I clarify a little too quickly, and Brenna looks at me suspiciously.

"Soo…" She lingers. "You like him, huh?"

"No," I hastily reply to her.

" Sureee , you don't."

"Look, it is really complicated." Without explaining further, I try to end Brenna's interview.

"Oh stop," she interrupts. "It's only complicated because you’re making it complicated. You're adults. You're both single. You're both hot."

"He's my best friend's brother-in-law. We are just friends. That's all it is, and all it will be." As politely as I can, I finally shut down the conversation just as the Friday afternoon rush starts to pick up .

Although it’s nice to share the story with someone, I feel a little uncomfortable talking to Brenna about it, only because I haven't even talked to Autumn about it yet.

I will, there just never seems to be a right time. I'll try and get her alone tomorrow at dinner.