Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 848

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I was laughing so hard my sides hurt, tears streaming down my face. Lena just sat there, arms crossed, waiting for me to finish.

"You good now? Because I actually need your help."

If Lena was asking me for advice, she must've been really stuck. Normally, she's the one with all the answers.

"Okay," I said, catching my breath. "First, spill. Does Nate even still have a shot?"

She grabbed an orange off the table and started peeling it. "What do you think?" When she's done with someone, she's done. No second chances, no rewrites. Nate clearly hadn't gotten that memo, though, because here he was, pulling out all the stops to win her back. And then there was Aaron-her technically-not-really-blood-related uncle and childhood friend. Cue the awkward-family-ties-turned-unexpected-complication drama.

"If you're not giving Nate any hope, just move in with your uncle," I said.

She arched a brow. "Why?"

"Because Nate's literally working at this hospital to be near you. Daytime interactions? Check. Evening pop-ins? I bet he's already planning those too. And I'd bet good money he's staying somewhere nearby just to make extra convenient."

Lena finished peeling the orange and handed it to me like a reward. "Not bad. Here, you earned this."

If you don't give

to deal with Uncle Aaron," Lena admitted, finally cutting

the chase.

Ah, there it was.

not? Is this about that...awkward

head, considering it, then shook it off. "That was years ago. And after everything I've been through, I'm

back in her chair, spinning it lazily. "I don't

giving her a look.

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I was way off base. "Don't read into

like hers were complicated, and no outsider could really untangle them. So decided to

don't want to fight your parents, you're fresh out of options.

melted steel. "Awesome. Glad we had

ever feel, you know, lonely?" I asked, going full send into risky

about to scold me. "You're

me off all over again, laughing so loudly that Hayden later told me he could hear me

he walked in, carrying food he'd cooked himself, he looked