“Oh, like at a bar? Lets not get into that debate again. What’s done is done. You’ve already agreed to the terms, went on two dates, and owe Jett and the agency another one.”
“I sure hope that Caroline’s donation is worth it to you because you are about to lose one best friend over it.”
“Settle down, A. So what, you didn’t know that he was a franchise quarterback for the Nighthawks. This is some Cinderella shit you’re living right now. Your brainy ass got the prince. You should be ecstatic that you hit it off with someone like Jett Caraway. I mean damn.”
“You mean I should be grateful.”
“There you go, twisting my words again. I didn’t say that.”
“Are you on my side or not, Dena?”
“Of course I’m always on your side. That should go without saying. But I don’t really understand why there are sides. I really don’t.”
“Jason had plenty of opportunities to tell me who he was and chose not to. I can’t trust someone who’s just going to pick and choose what basic things they decide to share with me about their lives.”
“What did you want him to do? Was he just supposed to blurt out who he was in the middle of the Wild Boar?! Trust me when I say there would have been pandemonium.”
“Or how about he could have mentioned it when he was in between my legs!”
“Aaah!” Dena snaps her fingers in front of my face. Something she does when she’s excited or has an aha moment. “You conveniently left out all the juicy parts. You slept with him?!”
“Unfortunately.”
“Was it good?”
It was fantastic.
“Perhaps.”
She smiles broader.
“Was he humongous? I mean, he has to be one of the biggest quarterbacks in the league.”
I roll my eyes at her crassness.
“What do you think?”
“I think he definitely was. I think he was so good that you’re thinking about it right now.”
“Get out of my house,” I (sort of) jest.
“This explains so much. That’s why you’re so angry.”
“I admit that the fact we were intimate plays a bit of role in why I feel so betrayed. I really revealed and shared a part of myself with him that night. I can’t say that he did the same. I feel stupid.”
“But did he make you come though?”
I throw one of my couch pillows at her head.
“I’m proud of you best friend because you must have put it on him. He’s coming at you from all angles. I take it the flowers are from him?”
“Yes, and the other day he showed up at my job unannounced.”
“He just popped by?”
“With a child.”
She snaps her fingers again.
