No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 65

Eddie: [Hey, pretty Felicia, are things between you and Rad over?]

Sam: [Felicia, Conrad's all out of sorts because of you. Don't be mad. Us brothers will set him straight for you.]

Hector: [Felicia, when you're free, let's grab dinner, you and Rad.]

Tom: [Count me in! I'm sure I can smooth things over between you and Conrad.]

Peter: [You all need to chill. Couples fight and make up. Look at you, stirring the pot.]

I scrolled through these messages, baffled about what they must've heard to tag me in the group chat.

The group chat included eight of us. Aside from those who spoke, the others were Conrad, me, and Jefferson.

I was closest to Jefferson, the only one who hadn’t spoken up yet.

So, I dropped him a message. [Jefferson, what's the buzz everyone has caught?]

In the circle, Conrad was the third oldest, Jefferson the sixth. Anyway, they were about the same age. When I met Jefferson, Conrad and I weren't officially an item yet. By then, he and Conrad had become sworn brothers, so I got to know Jefferson. As Conrad’s good buddy, Jefferson and I met occasionally.

[Conrad has posted on his socials. Didn't you see?] Jefferson replied instantly.

Jefferson must've seen the group messages, too, but knew better than to weigh in on Conrad and my situation.

After reading his reply, I immediately checked the socials and saw Conrad's post, a freshly picked red rose with the caption: "Red has always been more my color."

I always preferred white roses, which everyone knew. His post told everyone familiar with our situation that he was moving on from me, the white rose.

Remembering the harsh words exchanged over the phone, it was clear he was choosing Haley over me.

Deborah shrugged but promised, "Okay, no more sleeping in. But after we finish here, you owe me a week off to catch up on all my missed sleep."

I'd quit after the project, wondering if I'd still have the authority to grant her that time off. Still, I agreed, hoping my request would carry some weight by then.

At lunch, Jefferson showed up as Deborah and I were about to dive into our takeout.

"Let me take you out for lunch," he said, straight to the point.

"I can't. I've got the lighting technician coming this afternoon," I declined.

Jefferson glanced around the park. "You're dedicated to this place."

I smiled. "If you've got something to say, just say it, Jefferson."