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don’t think he knows quite what to make of us.
    I’m trying to catch my breath when I look over at Cam. “You just…you just…oh my God, Cam. You quoted Rhett to Rhett. A million, bazillion points. Honest to God, best one yet.” And we fall into another fit of laughter.
    Cam sits up and glances at Rhett, who is still wearing the most bewildered look. “If you can’t handle us randomly blurting out movie lines that relate to what you just said, this just isn’t going to work,” she says in all seriousness.
    His eyes bounce between us as a slow smirk takes over his face, his eyes showing his amusement, he just shakes his head and hands us our beer. “Major party foul there, M. Spitting your food across the room and all.”
    “Oh, shut it!” I respond with a mock glare.
    We spend the next few hours laughing and sharing stories. As I lean back against the couch, I realize how truly blessed I am. Never in a million years did I imagine that these two people—who so profoundly impacted my life—would be merging together. I smile, thinking about the way my life has turned out. Life is so full of twists and turns, but somehow you’re always lead right back to where you belong.
    “Em. Ma. Grace,” Cam says, snapping her fingers in my direction.
    “Huh? What?”
    Rhett looks over at me with a small grin on his face. Cam promptly rolls her eyes at me. “Rhett here was saying that he and a few of his friends hang out at a bar called Reed’s downtown. Pool on Saturday night. He wants us to join them this weekend. You game?”
    “Yeah, definitely.”
    “Well, I am totally spent. I think I’m going to call it a night. Catch ya both later, ‘kay?” she finishes with a yawn, standing to stretch.
    “Alright, hooker, see you in the morning.”
    “Bright and early, whore-a-licious.” She throws me a wink and rounds the corner to the hallway.
    “Night, Cam,” Rhett calls.
    “Night, McCoy.”
     
    I shake my head and smile, thankful that Rhett doesn’t take offense to Cam’s form of pet names. I look over and see Rhett staring at me. “What?” I question him. There is something in his gaze that I can’t quite decipher. It’s a confused look with a dash of wonder thrown in. I’m not quite sure what to make of it.
    “What were you thinking about earlier?” he asks, turning to face me on the couch.
    “When earlier?”
    “When Cam and I were talking about going to Reed’s this weekend. You completely zoned out, but you had this content smile on your face. I want to know what makes you smile like that, M.”
    “I was just thinking about how surreal this whole situation is. I mean, really think about it, Rhett. If you would have told me a year ago that I would be sitting here right now, sharing a night with you and Cam, I would’ve had you committed. And the whole night—it was just easy. It was like you and Cam clicked right away and fell into this banter that normally takes people years to develop. It’s hard to believe,” I explained.
    “No it’s not,” he says, taking a pull of his beer.
    “Really? And why not?”
    “Because, M, we’re both a part of you. Given, us being together in the same condo isn’t something I’d thought would happen. But Cam and I are like pieces to the puzzle that is you, Emma Grace. It only makes sense that we would fit.” He shrugs his shoulders like what he said was no big deal. “I’ve got to get going. It’s late, and you need some rest after such a crazy day.” He stands, holding his hand out to pull me up.
    Geez, has it only been a few hours since the fire at school? It feels like eons ago.
    I stand and walk Rhett to the door. “Before I go, I need you to do something for me,” he says.
    “What’s that?”
    “Toss me your phone.” He gestures to my cell sitting on the coffee table. I hand it to him and he calls himself. “Now we can’t lose touch again,” he says as he hands it back to me.
    “Good.” I smile and open the door for him.
    He bends