The tight hunching of Celine’s shoulders relaxed and she let out a breath.“Thank you for doing this,” she said, placing the pages into her purse.
Harper hugged Milo and Celine good-bye, hopeful she’d given Celine some practical advice and emotional comfort.
“It means so much to them—and me—that you’re doing this,” Drea said, after a very happy Celine and a sugared-out Milo left.
“I’m happy to do it.”
Drea peered at her.“You do look happy—extra happy.Wow.So happy that if I didn’t know better, I might wonder if—”
“I had Trent over last night,” Harper said quickly.
“Over for dinner or ‘over’ over?”she asked suspiciously.
Harper grinned.“Over, over.”
“You did not!”Any higher and Drea’s squeal would have shattered glass.“Oh my God!Oh my God!You totally did.”Drea grabbed her hand, dragging her to the break room.
“Marco, cover the counter,” she yelled over her shoulder.
Standing there with her hands on her hips, her toe tapping furiously, Drea looked at Harper expectantly.“So give.”
“It was spectacular.”Harper blushed as she remembered how good it felt.Every time had been wonderful, and hot, and different.Even the time-constrained shower this morning had blown her mind.
“I KNEW IT!!Okay, so details… how many times, where, how good?Was he as sexy naked as I imagine he is?”
“Drea!”Harper exclaimed.“Have you been thinking about Trent naked?”she asked, smacking her friend on the shoulder.
“Are you kidding me?Is the pope Catholic?Have you seen your boyfriend?Most women wonder what he looks like naked.Anyway, we’re digressing… so?”
Harper didn’t know whether to be horrified or pleased.
“Yes.To answer your questions… erm… lots, everywhere, mind-blowing.Does that cover everything?”
Drea looked incredulous.“That does not constitute anywhere near a big enough share.You are pitiful when it comes to these conversations.I have no clue why I am your friend.”
“Okay.How many times for what?Sex or orgasms?”
“Holy shit.There’s a difference?Lucky girl!”
“Hey Drea, it’s getting kinda busy out here?”Marco’s shout came over the swinging door.
“We are so not done, lady.We need a drink together.Soon.”As Drea left to help Marco, Harper’s phone buzzed.
Missing you.Can I see you tonight?My place?
Harper felt as giddy as a teenager as she reread the message.
YES.Would love to.What’s your address?
Don’t worry.I’ll pick you up when I’m done here… 8ish?P.S.Bring overnight bag ;-)
***
“You’re so not picking the next movie,” Trent said, grabbing the remote as Harper laughed.Her choice of movie, two hours of boring family drama, filled with endless angst.They needed something funny, or at least action, to lighten the mood.
Pizza boxes sat on the coffee table, bookended by a couple of beer bottles.A movie, some food, and a couple of drinks.He loved it.
“How about this classic?Ever seenThe Blues Brothers?”He looked down at Harper who was curled up on the sofa, her head resting on his thigh.
