‘You’ve always been there for your mother and brothers. Don’t get me wrong—that’s a fine thing, and I envy you it. I’d have done anything for my mother to need me a bit more. But I know it’s not been easy for you; it never is for people who care for the people they love.’
She’d been thinking the same about Terri, just moments ago. He was right, but Marie dismissed the thought. It was too awkward.
‘So you’re telling me I don’t have to go?’
‘Of course. You don’t have to do anything. I’d really like you to go, because I think you’re selling yourself short. And because a very wise person once told me that I needed to accept who I am and write my own script. I’d like you to accept who I am and come with me, as my friend.’
Dammit. Saying he needed her would have been easy compared to this. Alex was reaching out, asking her to step out of her comfort zone and meet him halfway.
‘So when is this reception?’
‘Next month. I could go dress-shopping with you…?’
He looked as if he’d enjoy that far too much.
‘No, that’s fine. I can handle that.’
‘Then you’re coming?’
‘Yes, all right. I’ll come.’
At least it would serve as a reminder to her that she and Alex came from different worlds. That they could be friends, but anything more was unthinkable. It had always been unthinkable, but it was doubly so now that they were working together.
He grinned. ‘Great. I’ll let Sonya know. Should I quit while I’m winning?’
She could never resist his smile. ‘Yes. Please do that, Alex.’
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