“If it’s meant to be, we’ll find a way. Otherwise, I’d like to get over the heartbreak and move on.” She hitches a thumb over her shoulder toward my bedroom door. “With Mr. Tall, Dark, and Rugged in your kitchen makin’ you a feast? Good luck, bestie. You have more willpower than I do. I’d be on my knees, beggin’ him to pick me, choose me, love me.”
