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CHAPTER 47
FIA
“God, I’ve missed this so much.” I smile over the edge of my spicy mango margarita and take a sip.
“You and me both. I could drink these things through an IV.”
Sienna stopped drinking for a while after she met Duke, but one thing we’ve never said no to is a spicy margarita.
“Me too.” I smile, dipping my chip for a hefty scoop of salsa.
“How’s your time at home been?”
A smile slaps across my face, thinking of being back with my best friend, my home studio, living with Jett.
“My gosh, I never want to leave.” I stifle a small groan. “Tour is so fast-paced, so it’s been so nice to just slow down for a little bit.”
Over her straw, Sienna’s eyes widen. “Fia Chandler enjoying life out of the fast lane? Those are words I didn’t think I’d ever hear.”
I give her a sly look, and we both laugh.
“I don’t know. I mean, being on tour is so cool, but being in a new city every couple of days just doesn’t feel like me. I missed coaching, missed you.”
Under her breath, she mumbles, but it’s meant for me to hear. “Missed the chance to tell your best friend about dating her boyfriend’s brother...”
I pin a glance in her direction, one laced with humor and knowing.
“Fresh out the gate, huh? Can’t even let me get one drink in.”
“I just can’t believe it,” Sienna presses.
I feel a blush hit my cheek. “It’s kinda wild, isn’t it?”
“It probably feels like that, but not really. You and Jett have had that pull toward one another since the beginning.” A sneaky smile travels up her face before she continues. “How’s living with him been?”
A few weeks ago, I would’ve lied to myself, told some story about how much I hated the man who etched his way into my heart after one night two years ago, but why lie anymore?
“He’s… Jett’s great,” I finally answer.
“I totally knew you were a goner. The second you texted me saying he was your pilot, I was already on the edge of my seat, but after you guys came for dinner, it was so damn clear.”
“It was not that obvious.” I narrow my eyes at her.
“Oh, it was, and you know what, the more I think about it, Jett has been waiting for something like this to happen. He’s been so different over the last couple of years. No clubs, always around for the twins, and showing up for family events. It’s like he was waiting for you.”
A chill passes over the table at the reminder of him from earlier.
“I don’t think that’s the case. It’s just a fun little fling.”
Sienna passes me a knowing look, and I feel it deeper than she even knows.
This doesn’t feel like a fun little fling.
The waiter comes around with another scooper full of chips.
“More chips?” she asks with a smile.
“Please,” Sienna and I both answer.
