I gave a wry smile. “Yeah.”
Kitty deflated as more of the details set in. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s your wedding,” I said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t want you to freak out or worry about me.”
“You’re my bestie. It’s my job to both worry about you and encourage you to be a wild thing. Now tell me who kept you out tonight. A few people disappeared in the later hours. It’s like a March Madness bracket of hookups.”
I laughed, flopping back on the mattress. “It’s more fun if we play Guess Who.”
“Oooh! Okay! Was it my brother?”
“Nope. He’s still hot, though.”
She made a gagging motion, then chewed her lip as she considered the possibilities. “Tania?”
“Ooh, is she bi?”
“She’s one of those fluid sexuality types. But I guess not her if you didn’t know.” Kitty’s jaw dropped as she thought more. “Holy shit, did you bone Obi?”
I put both hands over my face, covering my blush. Kitty screeched and the covers flapped where she kicked her feet.
“ANNIE! He’s a baby!”
“Oh crap, he is of age, right?” Panic crept in.
“Yeah, he’s over twenty-one,” she said. “Barely.”
“Twenty-one?! I thought maybe he was a slightly older rookie?”
Kitty cackled. “Did he smell like Axe body spray?”
“No! Kitty!”
“Okay, okay, so you guys boned. How was it?”
I let out a deep sigh. “Um, not great. And technically it was 69.”
Her eyes widened as she clutched her pillow. “Not great?!”
“He was a little . . . fumbly. And toothy.”
Kitty’s hands flew to her crotch. “Oh my God, ow! Toothy?!”
I shook my head. “I ended up having to take over. And then we got caught.”
She was aghast. “Annabelle Jane Markham, where did you perform these dirty deeds?”
I winced and put my hand over my eyes. “Behind somerhododendron bushes on the golf course.”
Kitty’s scream was so loud that I had to clap my hand over her mouth as she proclaimed me the freakiest freak to ever freak.
Chapter 8
Annie
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The wedding day was truly joyful. I was still heartbroken but relieved that Kitty knew about it. It's a pattern I've repeated countless times with her: I hesitate to share something because she can be a bit unpredictable, I agonize over it, and then when I finally do tell her, she's surprisingly understanding.
