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But Theo has never once made me question whether he’ll show up when I need him.

I can’t risk losing that. Even if part of me wants far more than friendship.

Because if Theo ever looked at me and decided I wasn’t enough? I’m not sure I would ever recover.

6

Theo

The Charlotte airport is just as hectic as always, which is why we left Wilmington at sunrise for our noon flight.

At least there aren’t many people waiting at our gate.

Only one stands out.

The man that somehow manages to look both homeless and annoyingly attractive at the same time.

Women nearby are staring at him like he’s a musician between world tours instead of a guy waiting for a flight in a wrinkled tee and basketball shorts wearing bright orange flip-flops.

And when he glances up from his phone he was staring down at as if praying for it to ring, he can’t take his eyes off the woman in the red floral dress standing next to me.

Now I wish I would’ve booked our flight out of Raleigh instead.

“Head’s up,” I warn Maggie. “I think our acting might start sooner rather than later.”

“What do you—oh,” she mutters when she sees him. “Shit. He already saw me. Guess there’s no avoiding him since that’s our gate.”

“Guess not,” I agree as we unfortunately keep walking in his direction.

“Hi, Wyatt,” Maggie says with a resigned sigh when we reach him.

“What the hell is he doing here?” her ex snaps while glaring at me from his seat.

“Teddy is my plus one for the wedding,” she says with a small smile when she looks over at me.

Before the dumbass can assume I’m only tagging along as just a friend, I slip my arm around Maggie’s back to pull her closer and press a kiss to her forehead. “I couldn’t imagine going an entire week without seeing you now that we’re living together.”

Wyatt’s pale blue eyes nearly bulge out of his head. So, I guess he didn’t know where she was staying.

Whoops.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” he says as he gets to his feet.

“Calm down, you’re making a scene,” I tell him at the same time Maggie asks innocently, “Knew what?”

“How long were you screwing him behind my back?”

“I wasn’t,” she huffs. “You know we didn’t even live in the same city until things blew up between us and I needed somewhere to stay.”

“It all worked out for the best, yeah?” I say with a smile. “Come on, Mags, let’s grab a seat and get you off your feet.”

Maggie faces me with her brow furrowed before she nods and then I urge her over to the seating on the left with our carry-on bags so we can see our gate but not have to be near the prick.

As soon as we’re sitting, I throw my arm over the back of her seat. She turns to me and says, “Were you just implying that I’m knocked up?”

“Caught that did you? Do you think the dipshit did?”

“No clue. But that’s…I haven’t even lived with you but for two months so that’s barely enough time even if we were…y-you know,” she stammers.