“Did you see him on that bike? Seriously. It gave me tingles in places I didn’t know still could tingle, and I wasn’t even the one sitting behind him. Come on, Josie! Don’t hold back on me. I need details. I don’t remember the last time I, well, you know…”
“I remember…” Mia added wistfully as a blush coated her cheeks.
“There’s seriously something wrong with you two, you know that, right?”
“Nah, we just don’t have a stick up our ass like you. So, spill it, girl. What’s going on with you and that sexy hunk of man candy teacher?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit!”
“Promise! We’re friends, if that, really. I met him a couple of weeks ago when he came in for dinner on one of my shifts, and I’ve seen him maybe a handful of times since. Today was the first time we’d spoken about anything other than steak and beer.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Well, if that’s all there is, then I’m getting a job as a waitress, ’cause damn, girl, he was looking at you like you were dessert and he was a starving man.”
They broke out in a fit of giggles, thinking they were hilarious. They weren’t. They were painful. And annoying. And completely wrong.
But when I fell into bed a couple of hours later, the thought danced in my head…what if…what if they weren’t?
