“Who’s Kyra?”
She lets out a long breath. “The girl I was sleeping with a few weeks ago.”
I shake my head, smiling. “What names did she like?”
Head dropped back, she groans. “Brighton. And Binx.”
There’s no stopping the cackle that leaves me. “Binx sounds like a cat name.”
She waves her hand. “Whatever. The point is, I liked Kyra until she jumped the gun.”
I wince. “Maybe she just liked you.”
She only shrugs. I may not date, but Josie does. In fact, she dates enough for the both of us. Sometimes men, but mostly women.
“Then there’s the constant texting,” she says, jotting down notes as she goes. “The insecurity, jealousy, possessiveness?—”
I throw up a hand. “Possessiveness can be hot.”
She puts a question mark next to it. “Fine, not hot possessiveness. Like when you want to go out with your friends and he or she freaks out or guilts you into staying home instead. Yeah, my friends are hot, but the insecurity isn’t.”
Giggling, I pull my shoulders back. “Was Kyra jealous of my boobs?”
She eyes my tits and scoffs. “Everyone’s jealous of your boobs.”
I glance down at them and grin. “They are fabulous.”
“You think you’ll really do this?” she asks, steering the conversation away from my fabulous rack.
I survey the title on the Post-it, then the blank document on my screen. It’s not much, but it’s a hell of a lot more than I had before she came in here. Besides, helping Sutton learn how to date could be considered a public service at this point. I can’t listen to her crying overanother loser. Next time she meets a guy, I want her to know precisely what to do and what not to do so a guy will stick around long enough for her to decide whether he’s worth it.
Also, it kind of sounds fun. More fun than having dinner with the retirees in the apartment below me. And much more fun than reminding them over and over that I’m not interested in dating their second cousin’s great-nephew.
“Yeah, I think I am.”
Josie claps and bounces in place. “Yay.” She hops to her feet. “You better get ready for your interview with Sienna, but don’t forget we have the holiday party at Camden Snow’s this weekend.”
“Right, how could I forget?” I tease. It’s probably the most exciting event I’ve ever been invited to.
Josie picks up her parents’ wedding album and slips it into her bag, then sashays away. At the entrance to my cubicle, she peers back at me. “You never know, maybe you’ll find your first victim—I mean date—there.”
FOUR
CAMDEN
Cora: She won’t get on the plane.
Me: It’s okay.
Cora: You’re allowed to be upset.
Me: And she’s allowed to have her fears. As you’ve pointed out many times.
Cora: I’m sorry.
With a shake of my head,I pocket my phone. It shouldn’t bother me. I won’t let it bother me. Three deep breaths, then I step into the restaurant. Moving on.
“There he is,” Daniel says, waving an arm to catch my attention.
