Free The Supermodel's Best Friend (A Romantic Comedy) by Gretchen Galway

had given Lucy a hard time
about her “monochromatic palette” for years.
    “Thanks, no. Finish your coffee and I’ll try
to see you at—what did Fawn say?—the Yoga Yurt at
eleven-thirty.”
    Krista looked around. “Where is Fawn, anyway?
Or is that a silly question?”
    Should she tell them about what she’d seen
and heard? Lucy could feel Miles’s gaze on her. “She’s in his
cabin.”
    “Silly question,” Betty said, pulling a pair
of black Ray-Bans over her eyes. “Come on, Krista, let’s eat. I’m
freezing my ass off out here.”
    Lucy nodded toward her own cabin in the other
direction. “I’ll see you later, then.”
    “You know, I’ve changed my mind,” Krista
said. “I think I’ll stay here, maybe meet some new people. Miles,
are you going in?”
    Holding Lucy’s gaze, he put his hand on the
door. “Yeah. If I don’t get my coffee I’m going to kill
somebody.”
    “Great! See you gals at yoga!” Krista
said.
    Lucy and Betty walked a few steps together
before the path to their cabins split in opposite directions. “I
wonder who Fawn picked out for me, ” Betty said. “Should be
easy to pick out the lesbian in this crowd. I swear, I haven’t been
around so many aggressively straight people since high school.”
    “Fawn didn’t pick out Miles for Krista. She
doesn’t even know the guy.”
    “But he’s Huntley’s best friend, and look at
him—she could wear ten-inch heels and still look like a shrimp. She
loves that,” Betty said.
    Lucy hesitated, not sure she wanted to leave
Miles and Krista alone together, then reminded herself what she was
doing. “So, the man I’m—”
    Holding up her hands to her ears, Betty
pivoted away. “Sorry! I swore I wasn’t going to get involved.”
    “But he’s there? In the lodge?”
    “Not involved.” She waved and walked
away,
    Lucy lingered, staring at the lodge. The two
of them had looked good together. Just walking side by side, Miles
and Lucy had to look ridiculous. A mismatched set.
    With a shake of her head, she went back to
her cabin to change.
     
     

Chapter 6
     
     
    The woman—he didn’t know which she was, Betty
or Krista—walked ahead of him into the lodge. He recognized the
warm interest in her eyes, but he wasn’t in any mood to
reciprocate, no matter how attractive she was. Tall, athletic,
quick to smile.
    “Have you known Huntley long?” she asked
him.
    “Since we were teenagers.”
    “Oh, you’re from back East, too?”
    “Just when I was a kid. I’ve been in the Bay
Area for ages.”
    She glowed at him, leading him to a small
circular table near a back window overlooking the shadowy forest.
“Save this spot and I’ll get you something. How do you like your
coffee?”
    He stayed on his feet. “No, please sit. I’ll
get my own. Yours is getting cold.”
    She started to protest but he insisted and
strode off to the coffee service, gently touching the burn on his
hand from earlier that morning. He realized he was starving. After
he found a bagel and a glass bowl of cream cheese, balancing a hard
boiled egg in the middle of the bagel, he rejoined the friendly
bridesmaid.
    “Forgive me, but I didn’t catch your name,”
he said.
    She grinned and held out a hand. “Krista
Lang. I went to high school with the bride. And Lucy and Betty, of
course.”
    “Miles Girard,” he said. “High school is good
at bringing people together.”
    “Like battle.” She took a small bite of her
bagel. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
    He looked around the lounge, wondering in
spite of himself what man the other woman had been talking about, a
man who would be looking at Lucy, but he only saw a few staffers
walking around tidying up, carrying towels, refilling the coffee
service. “I wonder how many of us are here this early in the week,”
he said. “I wasn’t really given a choice.”
    Krista sipped her coffee. “I would love it if
it weren’t for—” Music suddenly blared from her midsection. She