Page 10 of Sing Your Secrets

“Your twelve-thirty is in the waiting room,” Rona announces through the door.

“Be right there,” Eli calls out before turning his gaze to me. “I hate to cut this short, but… Friends?” he asks softly, extending his hand over his desk. I rise, eager to accept the peace offering even though there was never really a war.

“Absolutely. But probably just platonic friends from now on.”

He snorts. “I was worried you’d say that. But it’s best. You’re already gorgeous and funny, but now that I know how smart you are too…if we’re not careful I might start doodling Mr. Reese Reyes on all my diaries. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

I burst into awkward laughter. “No, we wouldn’t. But, hey I’m going to go grab lunch. Seeing as you’re tied up in a meeting, can I at least bring you back something?”

“If you’re offering,” he says rising, his eyes lighting up. “How about Out West?”

“Ugh,” I groan. “Again?”

“Come on,” he pleads adorably. “You shot me down hard, the least you can do is grab me a French dip, with the homemade kettle chips, and spicy—”

“Ketchup. Yeah, yeah, I know your order. Fine.” I hold up one finger at him as I rise from my chair as well. “But you can only use that guilt request once.”

“Fair enough. Out West’s kettle chips are worth the early cash in,” he says through a laugh. I see myself out of his office with Quinn’s annulment paperwork in my hands. I’m not looking forward to telling her that her master plan of marrying Cody to get out of a work relocation just got a whole lot more complicated. But at the very least, this elephant is addressed.

Eli and I are still friends.

Petey’s flowers have stopped.

All in all, in the department of men, for once, I’m completely drama free.