“I’m driving, save them for tomorrow.” I roll my eyes as Megan approaches me, pulling me into a hug. Lucy joins a few seconds later, and I frown into their shoulders as they sandwich me in.
“What is going on?”
“We,” Lucy looks to Megan, “had the most incredible evening Saturday night. Like out of this world.”
“Luce pulled.” Megan nods enthusiastically.
“You did?” I laugh. It sounds like we’re back in school.
Lucy flushes red, and I become desperate for details. “Just a kiss?” I question, knowing she isn’t one for a one-night stand.
“Nope, she brought him here,” Megan offers.
My mouth drops open as Luce scoots around the sofa with a bottle of red. “Luce?”
“I was going to tell you.”
“Tell me now,” I interrupt.
“So Scarlet came out with us. She met us at Groulx for food and was going to go home straight after because of her dad, but then Vinny texted and said he was fine for a few more hours and not to rush home. So we went out.”
“Scarlet was steaming. She’s a crazy chick,” Megan adds.
“And the guy?” I ask.
“Was just a guy.”
“Bullshit.” There’s a knock at the door, and I squint my eyes at Lucy, wondering what is up with her.
Pulling open my apartment door, I’m met with the effortless beauty that is Erin O’Connor.
“Erin, it’s so good to see you!” I smile as I pull her into a hug, her fiery red hair getting stuck on my gloss.
“It’s great to see you too, sweetie. You’re looking great,” she tells me, her eyes scanning me from top to toe.
“Come in. The girls are here.”
“Hey!” they both sing, standing to hug her.
“How was the flight?” Luce asks.
“Long, it never gets any easier.”
“Damn, you look good,” Megan tells her.
She’s right. Erinislooking good; everything about her screams health and wealth.
“Yeah, I’ve been working on me lately.” She smooths her hair, giving us a small smile.
“It shows,” I tell her, checking out the designer bag dangling on her arm.
“So, how long are you here for?” Luce asks, looking at Erin from the other side of the coffee table.
We decided to order in Chinese. The girls couldn’t stay long with Lucy having an early start in the morning, and I want to get back to Mason’s so I can sleep. Even after my nap I am knackered.
“Two weeks,” says Erin, sucking in a noodle.
“Your mum?” I ask, “How is she? Is someone with her, or is she okay on her own now?” I give her a sad smile.
