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important. I busied myself by cutting the cinnamon buns I’d baked yesterday and ma king a new batch of maple icing.
“So, let me get this straight,” Ursula said as she fo llowed me and rested against my kitchen counter, stealing a swipe of icing from the bowl. Oliver was right behind her, doing the same thing. Ursula turned to Oliver and asked, “How could you be such a jackass? You’re so sweet and kind and I always wanted you to be my brother. How could you be mean to someone as nice as Delaney?”
“No, no. You first. Delaney said you like Michael. I don’t think there are enough vomit noises to convey my feelings,” Oliver said.
“Whatever,” Ursula said. “Dr. Wild is amazing and—”
I started the burr grinder for a fresh pot of coffee, so I missed the first part of Ursula’s explanation, but when I glanced over, her cheeks were pink. “Since you two were in med school together.”
“That’s—Ursula, Michael’s great but I don’t think you’re his type. I’ve seen the kind of girls he goes for and you’re just too sweet for him.”
“Ursula can hold her own,” I said over the percolating coffeemaker. “Trust me. I’ve seen her in a bar surrounded by guys and—”
“Stop talking right now. I need no mental picture of this,” Oliver said.
I walked over to my tiny coffee table and rested the plate of cinnamon buns on the table. “She can hold her own, is all I’m saying. Tell Dr. Wild how great she is.”
“Dr. Wild,” Oliver snorted.
“I like him,” Ursula said.
“It’s too weird,” he said, crossing his arms.
“Oliver!” she screamed. “I’ve liked him for years. I liked him even when I was with Jeremy, and Michael was with that simpering girl, what’s-her-name.”
“Fiona,” he said flatly.
“Ugh. Fiona, ” Ursula said.
“The point is,” I said, “they’re both single and they both like each other and they should go out.”
“Fine, but leave me out of it,” he said, leaning back against my canary throw pillow.
“Fine,” I said. “Ursula, call him.”
“Okay.” She looked down at her plate. “I just—I’ve never—I mean.”
“You’ve never asked a guy out,” I said. She nodded and Oliver sat in the corner, arms still crossed, smirking. “We’ll figure som ething out. After Jackass leaves.”
“Hey!” he said with fake hurt.
“Yeah, yeah, like you’re surprised people call you that to your face.” Ursula rolled her eyes. “Speaking of, you are going to be nice to her from now on, right?”
“You two can talk right to me. I’m in the room,” I piped in.
“I am nice to her. I’m even concerned for her safety every time I see her coming back from an insane run in the dark, where she’s going to get murdered.”
“Oh, Delaney is fearless. On some things, anyway,” Ursula said.
“What she means,” I said, “is that men fear me. No one is going to even attempt to murder me.”
“Lane,” Ursula hissed.
“What?” I laughed. “Not even a hardened criminal would venture jumping me. Oliver himself said I was ugly.”
He simply frowned at this as Ursula glared at him. He was silent, his eyes focused on the coffee table.
“It doesn’t bother me,” I said to Oliver. “We’re beyond that, right?”
Oliver shrugged.
“It bothers me, ” Ursula said.
“That’s because if someone called you ugly it would be a lie,” I said. “Unlike with me….”
“Unlike with you?” Oliver asked, puzzled. Ursula fumed as she sat beside me.
“Stop. We’re stopping this right now before I go find Cliff and punch him in the teeth.” Ursula stood up and walked into the kitchen. “I’m getting coffee.”
Oliver stood, too, and said, “I should go.” He glanced down at the dog, who followed him out the door, looking up at him with love in her cloudy brown eyes. “Uh, Laney, could you keep your dog in the apartment?”
“You can stay if you want.” I gave him one of my genuine smiles as I hooked a finger under the
“So, let me get this straight,” Ursula said as she fo llowed me and rested against my kitchen counter, stealing a swipe of icing from the bowl. Oliver was right behind her, doing the same thing. Ursula turned to Oliver and asked, “How could you be such a jackass? You’re so sweet and kind and I always wanted you to be my brother. How could you be mean to someone as nice as Delaney?”
“No, no. You first. Delaney said you like Michael. I don’t think there are enough vomit noises to convey my feelings,” Oliver said.
“Whatever,” Ursula said. “Dr. Wild is amazing and—”
I started the burr grinder for a fresh pot of coffee, so I missed the first part of Ursula’s explanation, but when I glanced over, her cheeks were pink. “Since you two were in med school together.”
“That’s—Ursula, Michael’s great but I don’t think you’re his type. I’ve seen the kind of girls he goes for and you’re just too sweet for him.”
“Ursula can hold her own,” I said over the percolating coffeemaker. “Trust me. I’ve seen her in a bar surrounded by guys and—”
“Stop talking right now. I need no mental picture of this,” Oliver said.
I walked over to my tiny coffee table and rested the plate of cinnamon buns on the table. “She can hold her own, is all I’m saying. Tell Dr. Wild how great she is.”
“Dr. Wild,” Oliver snorted.
“I like him,” Ursula said.
“It’s too weird,” he said, crossing his arms.
“Oliver!” she screamed. “I’ve liked him for years. I liked him even when I was with Jeremy, and Michael was with that simpering girl, what’s-her-name.”
“Fiona,” he said flatly.
“Ugh. Fiona, ” Ursula said.
“The point is,” I said, “they’re both single and they both like each other and they should go out.”
“Fine, but leave me out of it,” he said, leaning back against my canary throw pillow.
“Fine,” I said. “Ursula, call him.”
“Okay.” She looked down at her plate. “I just—I’ve never—I mean.”
“You’ve never asked a guy out,” I said. She nodded and Oliver sat in the corner, arms still crossed, smirking. “We’ll figure som ething out. After Jackass leaves.”
“Hey!” he said with fake hurt.
“Yeah, yeah, like you’re surprised people call you that to your face.” Ursula rolled her eyes. “Speaking of, you are going to be nice to her from now on, right?”
“You two can talk right to me. I’m in the room,” I piped in.
“I am nice to her. I’m even concerned for her safety every time I see her coming back from an insane run in the dark, where she’s going to get murdered.”
“Oh, Delaney is fearless. On some things, anyway,” Ursula said.
“What she means,” I said, “is that men fear me. No one is going to even attempt to murder me.”
“Lane,” Ursula hissed.
“What?” I laughed. “Not even a hardened criminal would venture jumping me. Oliver himself said I was ugly.”
He simply frowned at this as Ursula glared at him. He was silent, his eyes focused on the coffee table.
“It doesn’t bother me,” I said to Oliver. “We’re beyond that, right?”
Oliver shrugged.
“It bothers me, ” Ursula said.
“That’s because if someone called you ugly it would be a lie,” I said. “Unlike with me….”
“Unlike with you?” Oliver asked, puzzled. Ursula fumed as she sat beside me.
“Stop. We’re stopping this right now before I go find Cliff and punch him in the teeth.” Ursula stood up and walked into the kitchen. “I’m getting coffee.”
Oliver stood, too, and said, “I should go.” He glanced down at the dog, who followed him out the door, looking up at him with love in her cloudy brown eyes. “Uh, Laney, could you keep your dog in the apartment?”
“You can stay if you want.” I gave him one of my genuine smiles as I hooked a finger under the
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