Even knowing what they’d all be getting up to later, they had an easy time, laughing and joking, sharing stories about Arden and Indy’s crazy friendship. She watched the couple with a slight ache in her chest. She’d always been happy for Arden, finding someone to love and who loved her, but looking across their dinner room table, Indy suddenly found herself battling jealousy. She wanted what Arden and Cam had. Their easy-going attitude, the oh-so-obvious love they had. The way Cam touched Arden, the way he looked at her. Indy’s friend glowed with happiness, and Indy felt like dragging her chair closer in hopes that some of it rubbed off on her. She’d had it. Once. She’d had it, and she’d lost. Not even lost, because she’d deliberately fucked it up, kicking Reno out of her bed and out of her life. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on the FUBARed state of her love life. She shook off the morose feelings of doubt and looked on with a smile as Arden and Cam walked out of the room, headed to their bedroom, hand in hand.
