“Ew.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t sound like what Trey was doing. If he were a cherry chaser he would have up and left as soon as your virgin blood dried on his cock.”
“Oh my God, Bekah, you can’t say that in public.” Blood raced to Charlotte’s cheeks and she whipped her head around looking to make sure no one overheard their conversation.
Simultaneously shrugging and taking a sip of her coffee, Bekah plowed on like she hadn’t just said the most disgusting-slash-embarrassing thing ever.
“Point is, something else is up with him. Maybe another woman? You said he was arguing with a woman on the phone.”
“More like pleading with than arguing. And he said it was a family member.”
“Hmmmm. We are going to have to investigate this.”
Eyes widening in horror, Charlotte leaned across the table. “What? No. We aren’t Nancy Drew wannabes, and I am not violating my—I don’t know what he is to me other than the guy who took my V-card, but we’re not violating his privacy like that.”
“It’s not like I want to go sniffing around his underwear drawer.” Bekah set her coffee down and leaned back in her chair. “Just a little light espionage. Follow him one night. Maybe look through his trash. Oh, I think Michelle has a Private Investigator on retainer or something, we could ask to use him.”
“No. Hard no.”
Bekah pouted and chugged the rest of her coffee. “You’re no fun.”
“Trust me, I’m okay with that.”
