She, too, is in dark sunglasses. A lot about last night is relatively hazy, but I remember she had to go. Something about her Aunt Brenda.
And I’d rather think about that than about how much of a mess I was last night. And how understanding Theo was about it this morning.
“Theo’s a pro at handling hangovers,” Emma says. “I’m guessing he brought donuts, French fries, fried poi balls because they’re handy here and he’s always curious, coffee, Diet Coke, and…”
“Fresh-baked cookies,” I supply.
Sabrina gasp-moans. “Fresh-baked cookies? How fresh?”
“They were still warm.”
“Oh, god. Were they amazing?”
“Soogood.” Likelet me rethink all of my life choices so that I can now make choices that result in Theo bringing me chocolate chip cookiesgood.
Which, naturally, I didn’t say to him.
Not that he gave me much of a chance.
He showed up with cookies, dropped three on the bed, and before I could take a single bite, he told me he was going to check on the kittens and disappeared.
Leaving me alone with the knowledge that my moment of rebellion last night led to him havingzerointerest now, despite my growing crush on him.
Growing?
Renewed?
I’m a disaster.
Emma blinks at me. “Fresh-baked cookies?”
“Unless I’m still having drunken hallucinations.”
She’s frowning. “Chocolate chip?”
“With a dusting of salt on top. And they tasted like melted caramel.”
Her frown goes deeper as she reaches for her phone, then shakes her head and drops it back into her purse.
“What’s your beef with chocolate chip cookies?” Sabrina asks.
Emma shakes her head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”
Sabrina and I share a look.
Clearlynot nothing.
“You think he robbed a bakery?” Sabrina asks.
Emma chokes on her water. “Stop. He didn’t rob a bakery. Laney, I need to hear more about this pig incident yesterday. You didn’t make a lot of sense last night.”
I reach into my own bag, desperate to move on from talking about Theo.
Do I like him?
Yes.
Do I like him enough that I want to get to know him more?
