“You did?” Mikayla asks with wide eyes.
“When?” Sandy adds, jerking her chin back like the news is so shocking, she’s about to fall over.
“Before the meeting with the bad guy.” I don’t bother looking at them. I know Mikayla’s wheels are already spinning in that alcohol-soaked brain.
“Who?” Sandy asks.
“His grandma, his sister—but I’d already met her—her man, and two cousins from Florida.”
“Wow, you’re moving fast, like a high-speed train heading straight toward a cliff where the tracks end,” Mikayla says.
“It was nice.”
“Nice?” Sandy’s voice lifts higher than usual. “Meeting someone’s family is never nice.”
It’s my turn to roll my eyes. “His was. His grandma is a great cook. And his sister and cousins were funny. They’re an interesting family.”
“I’m sure,” Mikayla mutters.
“Hey.” I point my paintbrush at her. “I met him because of your bright idea to put me on a dating app against my will. Now that things are working out and I’m putting myself out there, you’re all filled with snark. Either be happy for me or zip it.”
Mikayla stares at me, her eyebrows up and her mouth tight. “You’re right,” she says.
That statement had to feel like a dagger going straight into her heart. There’s no one who likes to admit they’re wrong less than Mikayla.
“Wow. You did drink a lot. Maybe you should stop,” Sandy says, knowing Mikayla as well as I do.
“I’m still sober,” Mikayla says, giving Sandy the side-eye. “But that’s only because you’re being greedy and drinking it all yourself.”
“Whatever,” Sandy says, pushing the wine bottle toward Mikayla with the backs of her fingers. “Fill’er up.”
“Did you sleep with him yet?” Mikayla asks, helping herself to the small amount that’s left in the bottle.
“We slept.”
“And what about?” Sandy makes an obscene gesture. “You know…”
“Not yet.”
Mikayla’s hand stops midair before she can set the wine bottle back on the table. “You haven’t done it yet?”
I shake my head. “We’ve done other things.”
“Dumb,” Mikayla mutters.
“We’re taking it slow.”
“Yeah, ’cause riding him in his truck was super slow,” Sandy says, but she doesn’t look me in the eyes when she speaks.
“I wasn’t myself.”
“Uh-huh,” Sandy mutters.
“I had planned to sleep with him the night Lucas called.”
“God, he’s a cockblock. The man has always had the worst timing, and his streak continues,” Mikayla says before she goes back to sipping her wine.
“You going to drink that?” Sandy points at my glass.
