Alice wasn't sure what to think. Keeley sounded so confident in her assessment that best friends could be lovers. Roger was her best friend…but did she harbor any sort of romantic feelings for him?
He was attractive, though his handsomeness was a different kind than her ex-husband's. Brock's looks were flashy while Roger's were more understated.
She clearly cared about him in some capacity because of how upset she had been when he left last night. But as a friend or something more? She had thought it was because he was her most treasured friend.
Roger had never judged her, never pried, and never done anything she wasn't comfortable with. He was unfailingly kind and had been there for her whenever she needed him ever since the day he accompanied his sister to help with the furniture shopping.
Throughout the raging sea of changes in her life, he had been the single constant. He was the most dependable person she knew. But was that love?
