Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Hello, ladies,” the waitress says, standing at the edge of our table. “Can I answer any questions about the menu for you?”
“Oh, gosh. I haven’t even looked at the menu yet,” Sarah says. “I’m sorry.”
“There’s no rush. Let me just tell you about our specials today.” The waitress rattles off several specials, all of which sound like they’d make me hurl. “What can I get you to drink while you decide?” the waitress asks.
“I’d love a glass of white wine,” Sarah says. “Maybe a Pinot Griggio?”
The waitress nods. “And another ginger ale for you, Miss?”
“Thank you.”
Sarah looks at me funny. “I’ve never seen you drink ginger ale before,” she says. “Does it have tequila in it?”
I shake my head. “I was feeling a little queasy for some reason—thought ginger ale might help.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Kat. Are you sick?”
“No, I’m fine. Although I must admit I’m totally jealous you just told Josh the exact three words I’m dying to say to him.”
“You two still haven’t said ‘I love you’?”
I shake my head.
“Why don’t you just tell him, Kat?”
“Sarah, please. I’d never say it first in a relationship. Come on. I’m lovesick, but I’ve still got at least a shred of self-respect.”
“Well, I just said it first to Josh and he seemed quite receptive.”
“Not quite the same thing, honey.”
“I know.” She giggles. “So you’re in luuuurve, huh?”
“Completely-totally-I’m-in-physical-pain-lurve.”
“Aw, just tell him. I’m sure he feels the same way. How could he not?”
I sigh loudly. “Things are a bit complicated right now.”
“Well, I think everyone should tell everyone else in the whole wide world ‘I love you’ all the livelong day,” Sarah says effusively, glancing down at her huge rock.
“It’s like you’re high on crystal meth,” I say.
“That’s how I feel—or so I’d imagine—I’ve never done crystal meth, of course.”
“No offense, but you’re the last person’s advice I should be following about saying ‘I love you’ to anyone. You’re so high on Jonas-crack right now, you’d swear your undying love to the bag lady on the corner.”
Sarah giggles. “As a matter of fact, I believe I did exactly that on my way into the restaurant. I grabbed that bag lady by her Iron Man T-shirt and I said, ‘I love you, bag lady!’ And then I French-kissed her.”
I laugh. “You’re so freaking weird, Sarah.”
“I’m just so happy, I can’t contain myself.” Sarah giggles for the millionth time since she waltzed into the restaurant. “Once I started saying ‘I love you’ all the time to Jonas, I can’t seem to stop saying it to everyone. I’m addicted. I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you. See? I can’t stop. I love you, Kat!”
The waitress approaches our table with Sarah’s wine and another ginger ale for me. “Are we ready to order?” she asks.
“I love you!” Sarah says to the waitress.
“Oh, wow. Thank you. I love you, too.”
“See, Kat?” Sarah says. “Easy peasy.”
“Forgive my silly friend,” I say to the waitress. “She just got engaged. She’s out of her head.”
“Oh, congratulations. Did you get a—whoa! Oh my god. Look at that ring. Wow.”
Sarah giggles and puts her hand down.
“That’s quite a ring,” the waitress says, her cheeks flushed. “Spectacular.”
“Thank you. But it’s not nearly as spectacular as the man who gave it to me.”
The waitress and I exchange a look like, “Lucky bitch.”
Sarah picks up her menu. “I still haven’t looked at the menu. I’m sorry. I’m a babbling fool.”
The waitress laughs. “Understandable.” She flashes me another “lucky bitch” look. “Take your time. Sounds like you’ve got a lot to celebrate.” She walks away.
“So, hey, what did Josh ask you?” I ask.
“When?”
“On the phone just now. When you said, ‘Hellz yeah, I will’?”
“Oh. He asked if I’ll be taking Jonas’ name. He said if I take the Faraday name then I’ll ‘single-handedly increase the number of Faradays roaming the earth by 33.33 percent.’” She smiles. “So I told him, ‘Hellz yeah, I will, you silly goose!’” She squeals with unadulterated joy.
“It’s like you’ve been sucking on nitrous oxide.”
Sarah laughs.
“And what did Josh say in response to that?” I ask.
“He said, ‘Good. I think it’s best for everyone in our family to have the same last name—that way we’ll never be turned away when visiting each other in the hospital.’”
My stomach flips over. “So enough about Josh,” I say. “I’m dying to hear everything about Greece.”
“Oh my God, I can’t wait to tell you. But lemme figure out my order first so the waitress doesn’t kill me when she comes back.”
I watch Sarah study her menu for a moment, my heart going pitter-pat with love for her. She’s so damned cute. And so damned happy. God, I’m thrilled for her—I really am—but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wish I were in her same shoes, wearing a rock on my finger from Josh. Actually, no, on second thought, I don’t even care about the marriage part so much as I just want Josh to want me, totally and completely, without reservation, the way Jonas so obviously wants Sarah.