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You’re the best friend I never asked for and the one that’s been there for me since.”
    He pressed a kiss on the top of my head and leaned his cheek against it. “I know. It’ll be okay. Just give it time. I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”
    As we pulled up outside my mother’s bungalow, I stared out the window at her impeccable little front garden. Rose bushes lined the edges, and her lawn was perfectly green even in the middle of winter. She always had been good at keeping a home—something I was reminded of every time she waltzed into my apartment and ‘tidied up.’ Something Jacob particularly disliked. He and my mother had a very strained relationship. He clearly considered her moving his little cat bed, food dish, and toys a grave injustice. After all, he’d spent over a year training me to leave his things exactly where they were. I had the scratches of honour to prove it.
    The second the engine halted, my stomach churned loudly. I was sure Adam heard it, but if he did, he said nothing. Giving me a sympathetic look and a nod, he opened his door and got out. I gripped the handle on my side tightly, but I was certainly not willing to open it yet. It was safe in the car. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, I was still happily engaged and about to get hitched. And by rest of the world, I meant my mother. If you wanted anything to be spread around like a hooker’s sexually transmitted disease, you told Cynthia Winters. My mother was the local gossip, motor mouth, oracle, and know it all. Her curtains twitched more than my knickers did when Ian Somerhalder was on the TV. Say what you will about that man, but I was an addict of that smouldering man candy. But that’s beside the point; the point is, my mother has a big mouth.
    Adam clicked the handle up and tried to pull the door open, but I had a death grip on the handle.
    “Charlie, what are you doing? Come, on. You have to do this sometime.”
    I shook my head and pulled on the door, trying to keep it firmly closed. “No, I don’t. I could run away. Come with me; we’ll run away together, and everyone can assume I dumped Brad to elope with you. It’s foolproof.”
    He laughed as he gave the door a hard yank, pulling me with it and hurtling out of the car. Adam caught me in his arms and gripped me around the waist.
    “That would be a very good plan, except no one would believe it. We’ve been friends for far too long for people to believe you suddenly fell madly in love with me and ran off to get hitched. It’ll be okay. I’m right here with you.”
    I gave him a disgruntled look. Spoil sport. Dr. Fitz always had been the sensible, level-headed, and rational one in our relationship. Most of the time it was refreshing, but right now, I hated it. I wanted to forget my problems, run, and hide under my duvet for a few months, burying my head in the pillow ‘til it all just faded away. But clearly, this wasn’t an option. Lifting me from the ground, Adam closed the car door and headed for the house. My feet were inches from the ground as I groaned and complained.
    We hadn’t even knocked when the door swung open and my mother flung her arms around us both. “Charlene! Adam! What a lovely surprise.”
    I gave her a confused look. “Hardly, Mother. You went on and on for weeks about me coming for Christmas dinner. We both knew I would end up coming.”
    She rolled her eyes and ushered us inside, gripping Adam by the elbow as he ducked his head to fit through my mother’s tiny front door. “Adam, darling, it’s so wonderful to see you. You look more and more handsome every time I see you. How is work? Charlene tells me nothing these days. I feel like a stranger to you both, and I practically raised you alongside one another.”
    Giving Adam a slight smirk, I dropped myself onto the large, plush, brown sofa. He ran his fingers through his hair and slid his thick black glasses up his nose with his middle finger. “Uh, it’s fine. Busy,