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

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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."

slice in my mouth. "See? If you don't give him chances

I don't want to deal with Uncle Aaron,"

the chase.

Ah, there it was.

about that...awkward thing

I've been through, I'm used to seeing all kinds of bodies. Stuff like

in her chair,

I said, giving her a

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off base. "Don't

by blood, but I got what she meant. Feelings like hers were complicated, and no outsider could really untangle

"if Aaron's out and you don't want to fight your parents, you're fresh out of options. Aaron's place is

"Awesome. Glad we had this super-helpful

away from Nate so long, don't you ever feel,

she was about to scold me. "You're pregnant. Keep those

all over again, laughing so loudly that Hayden later told

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