She answered straight away. “Did you just wake up?” She sounded as awful as I felt. “No, I was woken up by a visit from Scott earlier this morning.” “Scott, as in the guy from the club last night? The one who you met at the vet?” “Yeah, him. He came to offer me a job, but I said no. I don’t think I want to work in a strip club. Do you think I should have accepted it? We do need the money -” “Stop second guessing yourself. And no, Harlow, I can’t see you working in a strip club. We’ve known each other for what, six months now? You’ve become my best friend, and I need to tell you that it’s time for you to chase your dreams now. You gave up everything to move here to help your Mum, and you did help her, but she’s getting the café back on its feet now, so you should stop settling for any old job and go for what you want.” “I’m your best friend?” A warm sensation settled in my tummy. “Yeah, you are,” she replied, and I could hear the affection in her voice.
