My Hot Alpha
Chpater 291

I don't know why but I felt anxious. I re-read the text repeatedly. She was coming home, and our friendship wasn't in the best place. I didn't want it to be awkward between us but there was a conversation that needed to be had. I put my phone away as he got back into the car. Had he spoke to Pete? Did he know they were coming home?

"Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?". He asked.

I made a face. We had just bought food for the month, and he wanted to eat out?

"Are you cooking?".

His smile was contagious. I loved where our relationship was at right now. I loved how much time we were spending together. Our relationship was finally blossoming. "I'm going to try".

"Pizza on standby then?". He winked placing his hand on my knee. "I'm joking I'm sure whatever you make will be great".

"Lana is coming home tomorrow". I placed my hand on top of his. "And I feel really nervous about it".

"Why?".

I shrugged. We all know how much of an overthinker I was. I always played out situations in my head before they happened. I was a worrier.

"How much does she mean to you?".

I frowned. We were like sisters. Lana had never not been in my life and it's not something I've ever had to think about. But the things she said still played in on mind. "A lot". I answered.

"Then invite her over and sort it out". He lifted my hand to his mouth placing a kiss on my knuckles. "I'm not saying she wasn't in the wrong but sometimes we have to put things aside and move on". "I don't even know what to say to her".

"Just be honest with her. Tell her how you feel and say exactly what you want to say. No matter how much it might hurt her or your friendship for you to feel better you have to tell her the truth".

I think that's the best advice he's ever given me. And he was right. I had to be honest with her and deal with whatever happens after.

"You're right". I sighed. "I'll call her tomorrow".

..

"Again?". He laughed.

"Shut up". I yelled.

I had managed to set the fire alarm off three times. Cooking wasn't for me, and I was about to throw in the towel. I couldn't stop the seasoning for the chips from burning. Every batch I tried dried up and stuck to the pot. I dumped the pot in the sink filling it with water.

"So, pizza?". He grabbed me around the waist.

A laugh fell from my lips. "Pizza". I agreed.

He kissed the top of my head just as there was a knock on the front door.

"Maybe more flowers". He smirked.

Rolling my eyes, I shoved his arm as he went to answer it. We still had to replace out who sent them. Receiving flowers wasn't always a good thing. I began tidying up the kitchen and clearing away the dishes I had used. "Leah".

"Who was at the door?".

"Leah, sweetheart".

I froze. The hairs on the back of my neck stood as I turned around. She looked old, my gran had never looked her age but right now standing looking at her she looked sick. Maybe she was sick.

Was I ready to face her? To have the conversation on why she ran out on me?