Maybe Someday(38)

eyes and look up to see Sydney hovering over

me. Her mouth is moving, but my vision is too

fogged over to see what she’s trying to say. Not

to mention that the strobe light isn’t helping.

Wait. I don’t have a strobe light.

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I sit straight up on the bed. Sydney hands me

my phone and begins to text me, but my phone is

dead. Did we fall asleep?

The lights. The lights are going on and off.

I grab Sydney’s phone out of her hand and

check the time: 8:15 A.M. I also read the text she

just tried to send me.

Sydney: Someone’s at your bedroom

door.

Warren wouldn’t be up this early on a Friday.

It’s his day off.

Friday.

Maggie.

SHIT!

I hurriedly jump off the bed and grab Sydney’s

wrists, then swing her to her feet. She looks

shocked that I’m panicking, but she needs to get

the hell back to her room. I open the bathroom

door and motion for her to take that route. She

walks into the bathroom, then turns and heads

back into my bedroom. I grab her by the

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shoulders and force her back into the bathroom.

She slaps my hands away and points into my

bedroom.

“I want my phone!” she says, pointing toward

my bed. I retrieve her phone, but before I hand it

to her, I type a text on it.

Me: I’m sorry, but I think that’s Maggie.

You can’t be in here, or she’ll get the

wrong idea.

I hand her the phone, and she reads the text,

then looks back up at me. “Who’s Maggie?”

Who’s Maggie? How the hell can she not

remember . . .

Oh.

Is it possible I’ve never mentioned Maggie to

her before?

I grab her phone again.

Me: My girlfriend.

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She looks at the text, and her jaw tightens. She

slowly brings her eyes back to mine, and she

snatches the phone out of my hand, grabs the

doorknob, and steps back into the bathroom. The

door closes in my face.

So was not expecting that reaction.

But I don’t have time to respond, because my

light is still flickering. I head straight to the bedroom door and unlock it, then open it.

Warren is standing in the doorway with his

arm pressed against the frame. There’s no sign of

Maggie.

My panic instantly subsides as I walk back-

ward and fall onto my bed. That could have been

ugly. I glance up at Warren, because he’s obvi-

ously here for something.

“Why aren’t you answering my texts?” he

signs from the doorway.

“My phone died.” I reach over to my phone

and place it on the charging base on the

nightstand.

“But you never let your phone die.”

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“First time for everything,” I sign.

He nods his head, but it’s an annoying, suspi-

cious, You’re hiding something kind of nod.

Or maybe I’m just being paranoid.

“You’re hiding something,” he signs.

Or maybe I’m not being paranoid.

“And I just checked Sydney’s room.” He

arches a suspicious brow. “She wasn’t in there.”

I glance to the bathroom, then look back at

Warren, wondering if I should even lie about it.

All we did was fall asleep. “I know. She was in

here.”

He holds his stern expression. “All night?”

I nod casually. “We were working on lyrics. I

guess we fell asleep.”

He’s acting strange. If I didn’t know him bet-

ter, I’d think he was jealous. Wait. I do know him better. He is jealous.

“Does this bother you, Warren?”

He shrugs and signs back. “Yeah. A little.”

“Why? You spend almost every night in Brid-

gette’s bed.”

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He shakes his head. “It’s not that.”

“What is it, then?”

He breaks his gaze, and I can see the discom-

fort cross his face before he exhales. He makes

the sign that indicates Maggie’s name. He brings

his eyes back to mine. “You can’t do this, Ridge.

You made this choice for yourself years ago, and

I tried to tell you then what I thought about it.

But you’re in it now, and if I have to be the an-

noying friend to remind you of that, so be it.”

I wince, because it kind of pisses me off how

he’s referring to my and Maggie’s relationship.

“Don’t refer to my relationship with Maggie as

being ‘in it’ ever again.”

His expression grows apologetic. “You know

what I mean, Ridge.”

I stand and walk toward him. “How long have

we been best friends?”

He shrugs. “That’s all I am to you? A best