“Kind of is. I just got waxed. Everywhere. I was so ready.”
“First of all, ouch. That sounds really painful. Secondly, I thought you were pissed at Jake because he hasn’t called you?”
“Oh, I am,” I huffed. “But what if he shows up with a really great explanation and begs for my forgiveness, and then we have to have really great make-up sex to seal the deal? Be reasonable. How can wemake up without really great make-up sex?”
“Okay. Can I just say something, and you have to promise not to get mad?”
I narrowed my eyes. “No.”
“Yeah, I’m going to say it anyway.” She scooted away from me and rose to her feet, heading toward the door. “From here so you can’t hit me.”
“What?”
“You’ve known Jake for what, a couple of weeks? Do you think it’s a good idea to jump into bed withhim?”
“Define ‘good idea,’” I said.
Dylan giggled. “Addie, this isn’t like you. Every man you’ve ever dated, you’ve made wait foreverto get into your pants. What’s so different about Jake?”
I bit my lip and shrugged. “I have no idea. I just really like him.”
“Well, he certainly seems to like you,” she said.
“He said he does, but I haven’t heard from him in a week.” I dropped my head ontomy upraised knees. “That’s not a good sign, right?”
“I’m sure he’s just busy, but I think he adores you.”
“Well if he does, I wish he’d be a little more obvious about it.”
“I have a feeling once this whole mess is over and I’m in the clear, he’ll be able to.”
I looked up at her. “You think?”
She smiled with a nod. “Yeah, I think. Now, blow dry your hair. Your makeup person’s going to be hereany minute.”
“People. You’re getting yourself all did too.”
She groaned. “I was hoping you were joking about that.”
“I never joke about hair and makeup,” I said, and rose to my feet. Feeling a lot better than I had five minutes ago, I smiled at Dylan. “Thanks, lady.”
“Anytime. I should go put on some shorts and a T-shirt before they get here then.”
“Uh, probably not.” I smiled sheepishly.
“Why?”
“Well...”
She tensed. “What did you do, Addison?”
“You’re getting waxed too.” I glanced at my phone. “And they’ll be here in seven minutes. Might as well stay in the robe. Easier access.”
“Wait, what?” Dylan’s jaw dropped.
I rolled my eyes. “Dylan, do you honestly think any man wants to take a trip downtown only to get attacked by an overgrown bush? You’ve got to mow that thing!”
Her eyes widened, making it almost impossible for me to control my laughter.
