Five minutes after texting Blair, she was walking through my front door like she owned the place. She might as well. Best friends should come with key fobs and fridge access.
"MMM that smells so dang good!" she said. I snorted. “Same. I’m hangry and emotionally drained. A winning combo.”
She got to work buttering the garlic bread while I stirred the meat, sighing under my breath. “Want to talk about today?” she asked gently.
“No… yes… ugh. Maybe.” And with that, the therapy floodgates opened.
I told her everything. The nightmares. The conversation with Jackie. The way that damn gray-eyed CEO was burrowing his way under my skin faster than a caffeine addiction. And TJ? He was in there too. Loud, protective, magnetic.
Blair listened with the focus of a woman who already knew where this
