when it was warm, but it had taken on
that chill that came with the night. Just before she made it through the doors,
it suddenly began to pour, soaking through her clothes almost instantly. When
she stepped inside, she was greeted by a cold blast from the central air that
pumped through the lobby. By the time she reached her apartment, she was
thoroughly chilled.
“Jennifer!”
Despite her discomfort, Jennifer couldn't help but smile as her
roommate, Rachel, hurried over carrying two fluffy white towels. Jennifer
accepted one of the towels gratefully and began to wipe off her face as Rachel
wrapped Jennifer's thick, dark hair in the other towel. Jennifer peeled off her
wet clothes and wrapped one of the towels around her as she padded over,
barefoot, to her bedroom. Once wrapped in her robe, she returned to the living
room to find Rachel waiting with a Winnie the Pooh mug of hot chocolate.
Jennifer took the mug, wrapped her hands around it, and let the warmth
travel up through her body.
“What prompted the mother hen treatment?” She asked as Rachel poured
cocoa into a green Seamus the Leprechaun mug.
“I may not know all of the details, Jennifer, but I know you well
enough to know that something's been going on over the last few days and I
haven't been here for you.”
“Rachel—” Jennifer started to protest. She knew that her friend had
been dealing with her own issues, most far more important than not being able
to choose between two men, and she wasn't about to let Rachel feel bad about
having been gone over the last few days.
“No.” Rachel shook her head. “Don't start apologizing.” She raised an
eyebrow at Jennifer's look of surprise. “Come on, Jennifer. I know you. You
were going to tell me that I didn't need to feel obligated to be home for you
because you know that I have more important things on my mind...” She waved her
hand like she was shooing a fly. “And so on, and so forth.”
Jennifer wasn't sure if she should be grateful that Rachel was trying
to spare her guilt or annoyed that she was so predictable, so she settled on
taking a sip of her cocoa and waiting for Rachel to continue. She knew she
wouldn’t have to wait long.
“I'm not saying this because I think you expect me to be there. I'm
just simply stating a fact.” Rachel's voice had taken on its big sister
quality. “Now, I'm betting that confused expression on your face means that
things just got a bit more complicated, so why don't we forgo all of the 'I
know you would've been here if you could've' drama and cut straight to you
telling me what's got your mind in such a mess.”
A wave of relief washed over Jennifer. This was one of the reasons she
loved Rachel so much. No one else could just cut through the bullshit and get
down to business half as well as the woman situating herself at the other end
of the couch.
“Do you remember that night when Brad came over here and I told you
about how he'd been when we were together?”
Rachel's baby blue eyes darkened as she scowled. “Did that bastard do
something again?”
Jennifer gave her friend a wry smile. “Yeah. He proposed.”
Rachel’s jaw dropped as her eyes widened. “Wait a minute. When did he
do that?” Rachel sat up straighter, hot chocolate forgotten.
“Tonight,” Jennifer said as she set aside her mug.
“Wait—wait—back up.” Rachael shook her head. “How did he have the
chance to ask you tonight? I must’ve missed something big here.”
Jennifer sighed. “All right, but you have to promise to let me finish
before you say anything.”
Rachel mimed locking her lips and throwing away the key, but Jennifer
wasn't so sure that would help.
“A couple of days ago, I came home from work and Brad was sitting by
the door,” Jennifer began. “I didn't want to be rude, so I invited him in.” She
held up a warning hand as Rachel opened her mouth. “Let me
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