Sage grinned. You dont need any of my advice on Lassiter Media. Evans the one who He abruptly stopped himself, looking apologetic.
Youre allowed to say his name, said Angelica.
Have you spoken to him? I mean, since the day you took over? asked Dylan, handing her a glass of the red wine.
I have, she confirmed. We talked yesterday.
All three men looked surprised by the news. They waited for her to elaborate.
Were standing up for Kayla and Matt, she explained. Theyre getting married at the end of the month.
There was a further beat of silence all around. All three men looked decidedly worried.
Its fine, she assured them.
How can it be fine? asked Dylan.
She waved away their concern. Were friends She stopped herself, realizing that lying to her family was ridiculous. Okay, were not friends. Weve hurt each other in too many ways to ever even contemplate forgiveness. But we can pretend to be friendswe have to pretend to be friendsfor Kayla and Matts sake.
You want us to talk to him? asked Sage.
Angelica fought a bubble of laughter. And say what?
If he steps out of line, growled Chance.
Stop it, she ordered. You guys like Evan. Youve always liked Evan. She straightened the silverware in front of her, telling herself it was vital to keep the honesty flowing. There were times when you liked him better than you liked me.
Never, said Dylan.
Its fine, she assured them again. Its going to be just fine. Her voice went softer. But, thank you. Thank you for caring, and thank you for supporting me.
Dylan raised his glass, and they all followed suit. This is long overdue. To J.D.
To J.D., they echoed.
To Dad, Angelica whispered, her heart beginning to heal as she took a first sip.