“What?” Angie seemed to find that possibility even more appalling than the idea of him simply being with someone else.
I personally viewed a random hookup for sex much less threatening. That was just sex.
I, however, wasn’t just sex to Fisher. Angie should have wished for that. Instead, she was going to lose Fisher to the adorable and cute girl she never saw coming. The way she never noticed our magnetism on the triple date to the concert or her complete unawareness that while she slept in Fisher’s bed that night, he had the head of his cock pressed between my legs on the pool table.
They were destined to always be friends （if she was lucky） and we were destined to always be lovers, no matter how destructive and shameless our path to each other ended up being.
Man … I sure hope that’s our destiny.
“I don’t think you know Fisher very well.” She scoffed.
Rose wrinkled her nose. “Well, I don’t know about now. But when you and Fisher weren’t together, he was …” She shot Rory a quick look as if she’d offer some backup.
“He was a … virile young man with an active dating life.” Rory for the win.
I was getting tired of Angie’s string of shocked expressions. Even at eighteen, I hadn’t been that naive. Whether I liked it or not, I had to acknowledge Fisher liked sex, and he wasn’t the godly man who worried about love or marriage before sticking his dick into someone. Or part of his dick, in my case.
Angie drained the rest of the wine in her glass. “You know …” She twisted the stem of her glass in one direction and then the other. “We weren’t exactly being careful about birth control before the accident. Which was crazy. I had a wedding to plan. A dress purchased. But part of me …” She shook her head and laughed. “I wanted to get pregnant. I was even late with my period and thought … this is it.” Her grin vanished. “But it wasn’t. I got my period the week before his accident. And I know it’s stupid, but had I been pregnant, I think, even with the accident, we would have been married by now. That’s just Fisher. Maybe he’s not the exact same person he was before the accident. But at his core, he’s still the same good man. He would have done the right thing. And I know … I just know we would have eventually fallen in love again because it’s us. It’s always been us.”
I had to hand it to Angie. She unknowingly brought her A-game. It wasn’t the orphan standing in front of a full-length mirror, but it still packed a punch. My desire to keep my hands up, fisted in front of my face, dissipated. Maybe because it was easy to forget that Fisher didn’t remember our love the way I did. His love for me spanned months, not years.
Was I getting too comfortable? Too confident? Could four days in Costa Rica derail us?
I finished my wine and pushed my chair back a few inches. “I’m going to finish cleaning my bathroom.”
“Happy Thanksgiving if I don’t see you before then.” Angie smiled.
“You too. Do you have plans?”
“Fisher’s parents’ house, of course.” She shrugged like, duh.
Duh indeed.
I should have known. I think I did know. But ignorance really was bliss when it came to my boyfriend and his fiancée.
“Tell them hi for me.”
The woman they don’t know they’re supposed to love yet.
“Sure thing.”
I sulked to the bathroom. Scrubbed the hell out of the shower and then the floor with Matt Maeson’s “Hallucinogenics” blasting through my earbuds.
Chapter Twenty-Six
My grandparents were scheduled to arrive on Wednesday, a nice buffer between Rory and me. Things were better, but she wasn’t completely giving up all her anger. I had let it slide, but if she didn’t shake out of it by Thanksgiving, we were going to have a “You Went To Prison” talk. For the rest of my life, I reserved the right to play that card. She abandoned me during the most delicate and influential years of my life.