We Find Love

Chapter Twelve

 "What are you doing this weekend?" Casper questions.

"Uhm—Probably just, hanging with the kids," I say.

"Uh no!? You're not even going to go trick or treating?" Casper quips.

"Oh—It's Halloween," I sigh out, pinching the bridge of my nose. "How did I forget it was Halloween?"

It wasn't like I didn't spend the entire first half of the month watching all my favorite horror movies and forcing Darby and Jackie to help me decorate the house in cobwebs, and fake skeletons. I've been busing myself up a lot lately, distracting myself so I don't have to think about—Misha.

And our almost kiss.

It's been almost 3 whole weeks, and neither of us has mentioned the incident. Misha can barely look me in the eyes, and every time we're in the same room together, my entire body lights on fire. What makes matters worse is that Juliette and Chase are staying for the time being, and their friend's daughter—Sadie, comes around practically every day, even when Misha isn't around. Juliette adores her, she gushes about how Sadie reminds her of herself when she was Sadie's age, and how Sadie was going in the perfect direction. It was clear what was happening, Juliette was playing mommy matchmaker and Sadie was the perfect candidate.

All Juliette and Sadie did was lounge around the house or the garden, and demand table service from the maids—Who had better things to do with their day. Whenever they spotted me, with Embry and Orson after school, or whenever they chose to notice us—They'd force the kids into a lackluster conversation about the growing family. It was clear Juliette was trying to make the kids like Sadie too—But that was going to be hard because I'm sure Orson barely likes me. He tolerates me at best, and Embry is hard to read, because of her age, I'm not even sure she remembers her mother, but I know that she's not into Sadie.

"We should go to a rooftop lounge or something! We have to get out and have some fun, you haven't hit the town with me in months!" Casper whines. "We can dress up like sluts and get drunk,"

"As tempting as that sounds—" I start.

"Would you rather stay at home? Really?" Casper whines. "I know you're busy, and being a Nanny is like a pretty time extensive gig, but I miss my best friend," Casper says. "We went from seeing and talking to each other every day, too not seeing or talking to each other much at all," Casper says.

"Cas—I'm sorry," I stammer out.

"I'm sure they can go one night without you, come on Rae," Casper says.

"No, you're right, you're right—They can go one night without me," I sigh.

"Yes! Yay! Alright, what are you doing right now? How quickly can you make it into the city?" Casper questions.

"Uhm, maybe an hour," I say.

"Good, come on! We need to go costume shopping—The kiddies are of course invited," Casper says. "You can also see my new apartment!" Casper squeals, clapping his hands together excitedly.

"New apartment? When did you move?" I say.

"I told you Mac and I were moving in together," Casper says.

"I thought that was going to happen in a few more months," I sigh. "Wow—I'm sorry Cas! I could have helped, I'm such a bad friend,"

"No, you're a busy friend with a nice high-paying job, it's fine," Casper says, with a smile. "Now come on, we don't have time to waste!" he snaps. He ends the call, and I pull away from the desk I've been hunched over for the last hour and push out of my seat. The kids had come home from school an hour ago, which meant Embry was napping and Orson was probably playing video games.