After I entered, I noticed Luna at the pretty secretary desk in the front corner, scowling at the bank of computer screens there.
Weird.
I wondered if she was upset about the Raye and Cap news.
Not that she’d be upset upset. There was no mistaking those two were perfect for each other and this was a good thing. I knew Luna adored Cap, like we all did.
But I got it when, all around you, your girls were hooking up with good guys, and they were deliriously happy, and that didn’t seem to be on your horizon.
It stung.
Making matters worse for Luna, we all knew she had a thing for Knox, like we knew Knox had a thing for her. They’d been circling each other for forever but never went there, and I wasn’t sure why, I just knew they didn’t, and it was abundantly clear the reason they didn’t was because of Luna.
And now, Knox had given up on Luna and was seeing another woman.
That wouldn’t sting.
It would bite.
So, yeah.
I got it.
Weird again, I was rolling out of that zone.
And I was tentatively rolling toward deliriously happy.
Wild.
But wonderful.
Just as long as Gabe wasn’t one of those guys who lost interest when there was nothing left to chase.
Again, I buried that thought.
Instead, I decided to be sensitive just in case Luna (or Joey or Gemma) were feeling sensitive. I’d focus on the briefing and not share I was going to give the whole Gabe-and-me thing a shot.
This became tough when Luna’s attention drifted away from the screens to where Gabe’s Wrangler was driving away.
I braced, but she just gave me a look, ascertained by some girl bond (correctly) I hadn’t yet been laid by Gabe, and mumbled, “There went my hundred bucks.”
A hundred bucks?
No wonder people were peeved when they lost.
Outside Luna watching Gabe leave, everyone else was gabbing, so it appeared no one had noticed the drop-off and forehead kiss, except Harlow, who was aiming a blinding bright smile over the back of the couch at me.
Shanti and I rolled down the door.
“Who’s taking care of SC?” Shanti asked as she made her way to the ginormo curved red couch with black piping that sat in front of a huge desk that had nothing on it but an old-fashioned phone speaker (just to say, whoever Arthur was, he was hardcore feeling the Charlie’s Angels vibe).
“Tex didn’t want us to miss our first briefing,” Joey said. “So Nancy came in, and Dream called Louise and she’s in too.”
Dream was Luna’s sister.
Whereas Luna was the kind of girl who could be every girl’s best friend (she was just that awesome), Dream was hard to like.
We could just say that Dream was kind of a female version of Tex, but younger, with more attitude, and she wasn’t ever funny (or nice).
