Neighbors (The Real Thing Collection, #6)

by Elizabeth LaBan

Our friendship had been built on a sense of knowing what the other needed before she had to ask for it.

And yes, we fell in love—not in a romantic way, but in the way that female friends do when they feel intangibly connected.

Melissa and I would go hours-long stretches without interacting with another adult human, caring for tiny kids who mostly couldn’t yet talk. We needed each other. I would pull open my door, and there she would be.