Attached At Heart (Wildflower #3)

Eight Years Ago

eight years ago

BLAKE

I listened to the phone ring while drumming my fingers on the steering wheel.

The thought, even the anticipation, of hearing her voice made me smile to myself. Fucking pathetic.

And then I actually heard her voice, and my stomach did the violently pleasant flip that should only happen when talking to the person who was going to be your wife.

A slightly problematic and sobering thought, considering there was no way Delaney Delacroix was ever going to let me marry her.

“Hello?”

Her sleep-coated voice made it all too clear that, once again, I’d woken her up, and I found way too much satisfaction in knowing I got to be the first one to talk to her every morning before clinicals. That I was the one who knew how she liked her BLTs and had packed an extra one for lunch today. Because Delaney never woke up in time to pack a lunch on Mondays.

“What the hell are you going to do when I’m not around every day to be your alarm clock?”

A ruffling noise cut through the phone, and I bit down on a laugh as I imagined her springing out of bed.

“What do you mean ‘not around anymore’?” she huffed, sounding more awake with every word. “I thought when you signed up to be my best friend, you knew that this shit was for life, Blake.”

I laughed but didn’t respond.

Mostly because I both loved and hated being categorized as her best friend.