Pen crosses her arms and leans back in her chair. Her stomach is still flat, no sign of my niece or nephew yet.
My eyes dart around the restaurant. Whatever Pen sees in my expression has her sitting forward.
“Oh. My. God. Did you sleep with him?” she whispers excitedly.
I freeze, my eyes locking on her sparkling ones.
“What the… how on earth did you jump from awkward silence to mind-blowing orgasms?”
“Mind-blowingorgasms, eh? That good?” Pen chuckles, and I slap my forehead. I harrumph, making her laugh even harder. “Are you going to deny it?”
I open my mouth and close it again.
Pen smirks. “That, my friend, is how I jumped from silence tomind-blowingorgasms.”
I growl, making her laugh even harder.
She claps her hands together, holding up a hand in apology when the closest table stares over at us.
“Sorry,” she says to them, before returning her attention to me. “You’re also off kilter. I don’t think I’ve seen you like this… ever.”
I wait until the people next to us return to their conversation.
“Spill,” Pen pushes.
“No.”
“You’re killing me here,” she says. “You can’t admit to sleeping with Jaxson, having mind-blowing orgasms and then say nothing.”
I raise an eyebrow and stare my friend down. “Who’s saying I slept with him? You’re the one jumping to conclusions.”
“Are you going to deny it?”
I could deny it. But this is Pen. I can’t lie to my best friend.
Instead, I remain silent as Pen smirks.
“How old are you?” I ask, stopping myself from resetting my cutlery again.
“The same age as you. But what’s that got to do with it?”
She drops back in her chair and inclines her head, her hands resting flat on the table.
“Okay, no details. How did you go from wanting to rip his head off, to giving?—”
“Do. Not. Say. It.”
She shrugs.
“Fine.” I huff, knowing I’m not going to get a moment’s peace until I at least give her something. “We talked. A lot,” I finally admit. “I read Zach’s letter.”
Pen’s eyes widen as she reachesacross the table, gripping my hand in hers.
I incline my head. “It was informative.”
I purse my lips.
“I hate to say you were right. He was in cahoots with the she-devil, and they played me like a fiddle.”
