I have no response.
I didn’t even focus my eyes on the screen before she moved it away. I don’t want to look. I’m not interested in hooking up with men on dating apps. They aren’t serious about love, relationships, or monogamy. No one can convince me that dating apps are anything except a tool to find people for sex.
“I swear your cooch is broken,” Sandy teases me. “It’s not like Lucas was even a good lay.”
I blink a few times, hating the sound of his name coming out of her mouth. Not because her words are a lie, but I do my best not to think about him every day—or, at least, not more than once. “He wasn’t the worst.”
“Darling, I love you more than anyone,” Sandy starts to say.
“Hey,” Mikayla interrupts. “What about me?”
“You two bitches are my favorite people in the world. I’m not going to get into an argument about who I love more because it’s a freaking tie.”
“Whatever,” Mikayla mutters and goes back to sipping her coffee.
“But to say he wasn’t the worst isn’t saying anything good. The man had a penis so small I’m surprised you could find it with a magnifying glass.”
I regret telling them about his body. Maybe I knew we were never going to make it down the aisle and that’s why I told them his biggest insecurity. I would’ve married him even without a decent-size dick. Sex isn’t the most important thing in life…is it?
“You deserve to find someone who’s going to make you walk funny the next day,” Sandy says.
I stare at her for a minute. “That isn’t real.”
Sandy slaps her hands on the table and gasps. “Are you shitting me?”
Mikayla slides her hand on top of mine. “Baby,it’s very real and, also, very sad that you don’t know it is. Things need to change in your life. Someday, you’ll be old, and when you look back on this time, I don’t want you to waste your youth and that hot body you’ve got grieving over some guy who wasn’t worth it. It’s time to use it before you lose it, mama.”
“What’s the name of the bar again?” Sandy asks.
“Hook & Hustle.”
Her fingers are moving fast against her phone screen. “Found it,” she says, and a sense of dread settles deep in my belly.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, trying to grab her phone, but she’s too fast for me.
“Oh. My. God. Is this him?” she asks, turning the screen toward me.
I stare at the picture, seeing Brax standing behind the bar, looking every bit as handsome as he did last night. “Yeah, but don’t you dare do anything.”
“I think we need to have a drink there one night this week.”
“No,” I say quickly.
“Yes,” Mikayla says.
Sandy’s smile is so damn big I want to smack it off her cute face. “Just a beer or two. If nothing happens or he doesn’t ask for your number, we’ll drop it forever and forget he exists. But if he?—”
“He won’t,” I interrupt. “Trust me.”
“Oh. He will,” Mikayla says, taking the phonefrom Sandy. “Damn. That man is fine, and I bet his pecker isn’t tiny either.”
“You two are the worst.” I shake my head, but they are right.
He didn’t look like he had a tiny pecker, and if my memory serves me right from this morning, the tent in his pants when he was sleeping on the couch gave me proof.
I may have watched him a little too long as I sipped my coffee and ate cupcakes. I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t as if I would ever eat them in the bedroom, and it was on full display, begging for me to look.
“A few drinks and then he’s in the past?” I ask them, making sure we are all on the same page.
