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She laughs. “Thanks for doing that. I bet you cut a fine figure in a tux.”

“Yeah, I look all right. The saleslady that helped me was very enthusiastic. She took her time measuring my inseam.”

“I bet she did. I would’ve too if I were her.”

I imagine Elle on her knees measuring between my legs and I get flustered. My grip on my phone tightens as I try to focus on something else.

“So what are you wearing? I never asked if you were a bridesmaid.”

“No, I’m not because of the awkward situation with my ex being best man. She’s having her sister stand up for her.”

“That’s good. So that means you get to wear whatever you want. Wear something sexy.”

“Is that a command or a request?”

“A little of both,” I admit.

“Hey, I’ve got bad news. I may not be coming home Sunday. Mom’s having a reaction to the medication and I’m taking her to the doctor this afternoon. Depending on what he says, I may have to extend my trip. Thank God she has Internet, at least I’ve been able to keep up with all of my work while taking care of her.”

“No!” I say with more force than intended.

“What? Is something wrong?” she asks.

“It’s just that I miss you.”

“Really? I miss you too.”

“And I’ve been working on our fairytale.”

“Ooo. Are they still in the shower?”

“No, they’ve moved into the bedroom.”

She sighs. “I can’t wait to hear it.”

“Well, hurry home.”

“I promise I’ll do my best.”

“Oh before I forget, Patrick and his new girlfriend have invited us to a concert.”

Her voice goes up an octave. “His girlfriend? When did this happen?”

“I’m not sure but he’s all in, and it appears that she is, too.”

“What’s her name?”

“Skye.”

“Really? Like clouds in the sky, Skye?”

“Yup, and as Ma pointed out to me privately before they showed up, she’s a hippy. I didn’t really need the explanation. It was evident the second I saw her.”

“Ha! Well that explains the name. I’m looking forward to meeting her. Where are we all going?”

“Some kind of tribal drum performance. She’s turned him into a vegan and everything. The sex must be phenomenal to be willing to stop eating meat for this girl.”

“You know, I’ve got to say, I always suspected your brother had it in him to be wild. He just needed to find the right person to bring it out of him. Sounds like she’s it.”

The next day the tone of our conversation is completely different.

“You okay?” I ask when she answers my call with a subdued voice.

“It’s a hard day,” she says.

“Your mom?”

“She’s wearing me out, but it’s not that. I was putting in upcoming event dates on my calendar this morning and saw something upsetting. I still haven’t stopped crying.”

My mind races to wonder what could upset her so much. I didn’t miss her birthday, did I? “What was on your calendar?”

“I saw the doctor’s appointment where we would have heard the baby’s heartbeat. I forgot to take it off my calendar after, well, you know . . .”

The pain in her voice takes my breath away—it’s a kick in the gut.

“Oh, Elle.”

“I wasn’t fully awake when I looked and for a moment I was confused, like I was still pregnant. Why didn’t I erase that appointment? I’m hurting so bad right now.”

I can picture the tears ru

“Maybe you weren’t meant to erase it. Maybe it’s part of the grieving process. Life can kind of suck that way. Like Ma cries every Mother’s Day that she lost her mom.”

“Oh no, I didn’t even think about Mother’s Day. How will I get through that?”

“I don’t know. All I can promise is that I’ll be there with you.”

Almost a week passes before I’m finally winding through the Westside neighborhoods trying to get to LAX at rush hour so that I can pick up Elle on her return home. I’ve got it for this girl bad because I sure as hell wouldn’t go to LAX this time of day for anyone but her.

It was hot today and the heat still shimmers off the asphalt. I’ve got my windows all open, so depending how you embrace the sounds of L.A., at every stoplight I’m either serenaded or assaulted with mariachi or rap music from nearby cars. My favorite is when the base is so loud that my car literally throbs with each beat. I bob my head mindlessly.

I’m on the final stretch of La Tijera Boulevard when my phone chimes.

“Where are you?” she asks with a wicked teasing tone. I’m surprised how much just knowing she’s close gets to me.

“Exactly where I should be. Where are you?” I reply.

“I’m about to hitchhike up Century Boulevard. We got in thirty minutes early.”

“How did that happen? Isn’t the flight like thirty minutes?”

“Yeah, something like that. By the time I got my Bloody Mary and pretzels there was a flight attendant, right behind the one who served me, asking for my empty glass.”

“That’s messed up.”

“I know, right? I’ve got to warn you, I drank it really fast and now I’m loopy. So don’t hold anything I say in this conversation against me.”

“Okay.”

There’s a long pause.

“Did you miss me?” I ask.

She groans. “Sooo much.”

“What do you miss the most?”

“Well, in a perfect world I’d say your anaconda. But you don’t let me play with it, so I’ll say your story telling.”

“And I’ve got more stories to tell, but right now I’m heading up Century and I don’t see you hitchhiking.”

“Okay, I was joking. I’m standing in front of the United terminal and fending off an army of suspicious indie drivers with tinted windows. You better get here quick before one of them sweeps me off my feet.”

“I’m pulling into the airport from hell right now. I may never forgive you for this rush hour crap and not flying into Burbank.”

“Well I come bearing gifts so don’t write me off yet.”

She’s not hard to spot, being a gorgeous woman in a sea of forgettable people. She’s also the sexiest woman I’ve seen since she left town. As a result my i

When I pull up to the curb she drops her folded arms and pulls her sunglasses lower to peek over the top. She gives me a big grin.

“Well, it’s about time.”

I grin back. “Don’t you start . . .”

I get out of the car, and before I can even get to her she propels herself off the curb and into my arms. I grab onto her tight, completely overwhelmed to be holding her again.

“Welcome home,” I say with my lips pressed against her neck and just loud enough to be heard over the airport din.

She settles into my embrace. “Glad to be back.”

We load up the bags and we haven’t even gotten out of the airport when she rolls up her window, gestures for me to do the same, and then turns on the air.

I arch my brow at her. Bossy woman. “You want to drive, too?”

She slides down in her seat and kicks her shoes off. “Nope.”

“Was your mom sad to see you leave?”

“Hardly. There’s no apartment big enough to house our two personalities. I’m sure she’ll miss me taking care of everything for her, but she definitely won’t miss my sass.”

“I don’t know. I missed your sass. By the way, my family misses you too. Ma asked if you’d come for di

She smiles and looks out the window. “Sure. I have a new dessert recipe I want to try.”

“And Sunday I thought maybe we could go to Descanso Gardens.”

She makes a face. “From Friday on, my life is not my own. Stella’s wedding stuff goes full force then.”

“But I thought the wedding was a week from Saturday?”

“It is, but women don’t just show up at a wedding, and although I’m technically not part of the wedding party, I’m still her best friend. There are many rituals we must act out leading up to it.”