“Which is your favorite?”
“Wine or show?”
She smiles as she names her favorite wine and thenI’msmiling when she mentions a trashy reality show that I happen to watch with religious accuracy. “Can you believe they hooked up again after the tell all?”
A blink. “Seriously?”
“Oh, yee of little Reddit time.” She pats my hand. “I haveallthe dirt.” A beat. “Please tell me this means that we’re starting a regular trash TV watch party so I can share my knowledge.”
“As long as you promise to teach me to crochet.”
Those brows shoot up. “Youwant to learn to crochet?”
“I keep seeing those adorable kits on social media, but have never had an excuse to buy one.” I shrug. “You’ll give me that excuse.”
“Oh,” she says, rubbing her hands together. “This is good. Very good.”
“Is that a yes?”
She lifts her palm for me to smack. “It’s a hell yes!”
We high-five, but our celebration is cut short when a puckricochets off the glass. Jumping, I glare at Damon through the plexiglass.
He’s smirking, clearly proud of startling us both.
“We’re plotting!” Kylie yells. “So you’d better be careful.”
That doesn’t make his smirk fade. In fact, it only grows as he turns his back on us and goes back to stick-handling.
“Maybe we’ll put aside crochet and pick up home decorating,” she mutters. “I’m sure we can find some truly reprehensible wallpaper to slap up in his bedroom.”
I laugh. “Or maybe we can stick to crocheting and trash TV and”—I raise my voice so I know he can hear it—“notsharing our sundaes!”
His head whips around, hot blue eyes connecting with mine.
“Oh,” Kylie whispers. “I need to know what that’s about.”
Turning, I wink at her. “Not without copious amounts of wine.”
“I’ll take that bet.” She laughs.
Then, unable to resist, I blow a kiss at Damon, but as I do it, I notice that Colt is watching us.
No.
He’s watchingKylielaugh.
And his face…
Right.
Well, that might be a problem.
It’s a problem for another day, though, I think as I loop my arm through Kylie’s and direct us back down the hall. “Let me grab my phone so we can find a day that works for our schedules.”
Thankfully, that process doesn’t take long, and before I know it, my first Girls’ Night in ages is on the books and I’m walking Kylie to her car.
“Damon and I were going to grab dinner tonight,” she says.
