Iris Kelly Doesn't Date (Bright Falls, #3)(104)

As an adult, she still couldn’t resist the tradition. As she stood in River Wild Books, the shop crowded with her friends and family, Bright Falls residents with Iris’s debut romance novel in their hands, ready for her to sign their copy, her hand played in the pocket of her teal maxi dress, fingers sliding up and down the smooth red leaf she’d found on the sidewalk before her event started.

“Quite a turnout,” Astrid said from next to her, a glass of champagne in one hand, Jordan’s fingers tangled in the other.

“You sound surprised,” Iris said, smiling over her own glass of bubbly.

“Not at all,” Astrid said. “I knew your book would be a hit.”

“I think this is more of a We’ve known Iris since she had braces kind of crowd, as opposed to actual romance fans,” Iris said.

“Fair,” Astrid said, “but all they have to do is read the first page and they’ll be hooked for life.”

“Agreed,” Claire said, winking at Iris through her glasses.

“I’m incredibly jealous of this launch party,” said Simon, who’d come alone, as Emery was traveling for work. He pulled her in for a hug. “Proud of you,” he said into her hair. She squeezed him close, let herself be held for a few seconds before she pulled back.

In the last several weeks, Iris’s friends had been nothing but supportive of her. Gentle. Calling and texting her, stopping by her apartment with her favorite delivery foods, trying to get her to talk about how she felt. Iris let it all wash over her—though she refused to get into any lengthy discussions about Stevie—and appreciated her friends’ very obvious love for her. By all accounts, she had everything she needed to be happy.

And she was, but . . .

Well, she didn’t want to think about that but. Every morning, she woke up, ready to feel free of this whole ridiculous thing. It had been over a month since Stevie left for New York. In the last few weeks, Iris had finished revising her second novel, turned it in to her editor. She’d done interviews for her debut, recorded publicity videos for her publisher, received good reviews from trade publications, and she’d introduced a new digital LGBTQIA+ planner in her Etsy shop that her fans were losing their minds over. She’d even had an offer from a local theater in Seattle to audition for their upcoming production. She’d turned it down, but still. It was pretty amazing just to be asked.

So, yeah, Iris was doing great.

She was thriving.

So the fact that she still woke up every morning with a curly-haired thespian lingering in her brain from her dreams was simply a temporary annoyance. The fact that she looked around right now at her launch party—her success—and felt completely alone? That was just a byproduct of everyone in her life being coupled up. It was natural to feel a little alienated in these situations. Nothing she couldn’t handle.

Because she was happy.

She was Iris-fucking-Kelly, and she was goddamn euphoric.

“Sweetheart, this is amazing!” Her mother appeared next to her, red-and-gray curls bouncing as she pulled Iris’s father along by the hand.

Her friends widened their circle to make room.

“Thanks, Mom,” Iris said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “And thanks for coming.”

“Of course, honey. We’re so proud of you.”

Iris smiled, decided not to bring up the fact that just last week Maeve has asked Iris on the phone if she had decided to get a “real job” yet.

“Seems like the whole town is here,” her dad said, gazing around at the crowd.

“Yeah, well, everyone likes reading about sex.” This from her brother, Aiden. Addison stood next to him, regal in a mustard-colored bandage dress, wrinkling her nose at her husband.

“Who doesn’t?” Delilah asked, and god, Iris loved her.

Aiden winced. “That sounded condescending, didn’t it?”

“It sure did,” Addison said.

Iris just sighed and waved a hand through the air, avoiding Claire’s concerned gaze. At least her brother and parents were here. Her younger sister, Emma, hadn’t even bothered to show up, claiming Christopher had a fever and she couldn’t possibly leave him with a babysitter. Which, fair enough, but she could leave him with Charlie and come to Iris’s launch party on her own, as Iris knew Charlie was a more than capable father.

But no.

Emma had to control everything, including making Iris feel like nothing she did was ever good enough for her perfect baby sister. Iris tried not to let it ruin her night—this was the event she’d been waiting on for over a year; longer if she counted all the time she spent dreaming about writing her own romance novel since she started reading the genre as a teenager—but Emma’s absence only threw other absences into stark relief.

Well.

Just one other absence, really.

Iris squeezed her eyes closed for a second, concentrated on the leaf’s waxy surface under her fingers.

“I can’t wait to read it, honey,” Maeve said, grabbing a copy of Iris’s book from a nearby table and smiling down at the colorful cover.

“Gross,” Aiden said.

“God, what now?” Iris said, folding her arms, the leaf tucked into her palm.

“Sorry, sorry, just, the idea of our mother reading your sex scenes is . . .” He shuddered dramatically, making Addison laugh.