My stomach sinks at the thought. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard about it. Women do it all the time, and you know as well as I do that my mama is one of them. But I really don’t think that she’s that kind of girl.”
“Not that I’m trying to burst your bubble, Levi, but you two haven’t been together long. You should have your back up more. Do those wedding bands look modern? A friend of mine used to wear her mom's old wedding bands."
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Well, I can help you there. What do they look like?”
I shrug. "Hell if I know. Sparkly?"
"White or yellow gold?"
"Yellow."
"One diamond or more?"
"One."
"Round, oval, pear shaped?"
"Round."
"How big?"
I lift a brow.
She smirks. "Size matters, Levi."
I snort a laugh. "I guess so. I'd say it was three quarters of an inch in diameter."
Her eyes bulge. "Okay, definitely modern. There is no way that that's an antique."
"I think you're worrying a little too much over this, Piper. And frankly, I don't give a damn if she is still married."
"You'll become a strange smell in the attic if he doesn't know that she's fooling around on him. Especially if he's bigger than you."
It takes me a second to think about that, and then I swallow. "Fine. I'll ask her straight up."
"You should specify, too. Make sure you ask if she's in a relationship with someone else, or if he knows that the relationship is over, all that. You never know these days."
"Are you saying that I'll screw it up?"
"Are you seeing her tonight?"
"I said I was."
She bites her lip in thought. "Anyone else in our circle know her yet?"
"No, but Nash wants us to come out for dinner tomorrow night with him and Braylynn."
Piper waves. "Forget it. That line of questioning is for a woman. Let Braylynn fire them off. She'll be able to tell from a mile away if she's lying."
"I think I can handle it."
She ignores my statement. "I'll talk to her."
"Braylynn or Shelly?"
The look. It's like I just asked if the chocolate bar was chocolate. "See. This is why Braylynn needs to do it. Because men can't hear the cues."
