I make a face. “Um. No. Not drunk enough yet.” I take a sip of water. “What is your official job title, anyway?”
Sky clears her throat. “Officially, I am St. Theresa’s Catholic Church for Wanderers and Pilgrims’librarian technician.”
“No shit,” I breathe. “I thought you were going to be in the main office, like, I don’t know—answering phones or something.” I lightly shove her shoulder. “You see? Our shopping spree has worked out freaking perfect. Now you can dress like the sexy librariantechnicianyou are.”
Sky shrugs again, but her cheeks are a little pink and she can’t hide how pleased she is. “Yeah. The best part about it is most of their library is in the basement.”
Sage furrows her brow. “What’s so great about the basement?”
Sky lifts her hands with a grin. “No one sees me! So there’s no one treating me like the town freak!”
Sage and I share a glance. “Sky,” she begins. “You know you’re not—”
“I know I’m not a freak, you guys. Well, not any more than you two. I’m just saying. I like being alone. And this job means I’m alone a lot, which I find very agreeable.” She turns to me. “Now, tell us about the fingering.”
Of course, this is when our server shows up. Who is a young, attractive guy whose diamond-pierced ears are now bright red.“What can I get you ladies to drink?” he asks without looking any of us in the eyes.
We make our drink and appetizer orders, and this is when my phone buzzes. It’s a text from Carter.You okay?
“Ughhh,” I groan, flipping my phone around to show my sisters. “You see what I have to deal with here?”
Sage smiles as she leans in to read. “Oh no,” she says in a dull tone. “Your husband is concerned over you. What trauma.”
I give her a fake glare. “You know what I mean.”
“Actually, we don’t,” Sky says, sipping her water. “You haven’t told us anything yet, remember?”
I sigh. “Alcohol, remember? I need alcohol.”
“Let’s start slowly, then,” Sage says. “Why didn’t he make you come? Was he just not skilled enough? You weren’t into it?”
“That’s not exactly starting slowly, but whatever.” I shrug. “We were fighting, you know. Screaming at each other and stuff, and then all of a sudden I was on the kitchen counter and his hand was in my underwear.”
Our server clears his throat. “Drinks, ladies,” he mumbles. Now his cheeks are pinker than Sky’s strawberry daiquiri.
“Poor guy,” I murmur as I throw back my entire shot of whiskey.
“Don’t change the subject,” Sky says, snapping her fingers. “Then what happened?”
“I—” Now my cheeks are threatening to become warm. “I told him he always makes me wet.”
We’re interrupted by our server tossing a plate of sizzling jalapeño poppers on the center of our table and then sprinting away. When I glance back at my sisters, we’re all trying so hard to hold our laughter in, we’re snorting.
“I think he’s doing it on purpose,” Sky says, glancing somewhere behind me. “He keeps glancing this way with all his server friends. He’s updating them on your story.”
I roll my eyes. “Great. Just what I need.” I sigh. “Anyway. I told him that he always turns me on, he told me I shouldn’t tell him stuff like that, and then he ran away.”
“He ran away,” Sage repeats.
“I told you that on the phone. Literally out the door. Squealing tires like we were in a sitcom or something.”
“You also said he said it was a mistake,” Sky adds softly.
I nod. “That, too.”
Sage shakes her head. “Carter is a nice guy. Not one of those fake ‘nice guys’ who are only friends with women to eventually get sex. Like, he’s really, sincerely nice.”
She’s not wrong. If Carter only wanted sex…he could’ve had it by now, is all I’m saying. I raise an eyebrow. “And…?”
