It was a picture message of what she’d told me earlier was Jamaica Beach in Galveston.
Then another message came through.
Lily:WISH YOU WERE HERE
My poor little heart honestly ached, but I still texted her back.
Me:Me too. Love you and be safe.
I typed another message and then let my fingers linger over the screen, deciding whether to send it or not.
I sent it.
Me:Don’t forget about me.
Her reply was instant.
Lily:I could never forget about my FAVORITE SISTER.
Her favorite sister.
Well. Okay. She had never called me that before, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.
Just as quickly as I decided that, the idea of going home to an empty house seemed like hell. With my phone still out, I shot out a quick text to Lenny.
Me:I’ve got a gyno appointment in thirty. You free later? My coworkers are getting together after work, and the girl is gone, and I don’t want to go home too early.
Chapter 12
“Look,look!”
I was already looking at Lenny, who was behind the wheel of her car, gesturing to me with one hand as we left the Greek place we had gone to have dinner at. “No,” I cut her off. “I did look, and he’s out of my league.”
She groaned.
I looked down at the picture of a half-naked man on my phone and shook my head. “He is, Len. I canseeit. He probably has girls hitting on him all the time. Just look at him.”
She didn’t bother arguing that the man she had apparently set me up on a date with—a retired MMA fighter—had plenty of girls hitting on him. She’d be a freaking liar if she did, and Lenny was a whole lot of things, but not a liar. That was me. The route she did decide to go down was, “Give me a break.You’reout ofhisleague.”
I would have laughed, but she kept going like she knew exactly what I was going to say and wasn’t about to let me.
“You’re the fucking best, Luna.”
I smiled at her and lifted a shoulder. “I’ve got my moments,” I tried to joke.
“What have you got to lose? He’s hot, but you’ve got that Cinderella thing going,” she tried to say.
I rolled my eyes because I hated when she used the Cinderella example on me. I was usually dirty, cleaning up after others, working too much, and taking someone’s shit. The Life of Luna.
“If he gets hit on during our date and leaves me there for another girl, I’m blaming you,” I told her.
She snickered. “If he sucks, blame Grandpa Gus. He’s the one who picked him out.”
Oh, Grandpa Gus.
“He’s really proud of himself, by the way. I swear he had a list and was checking names off of it over the last few days. I saw he had a comment next to one guy’s name that said ‘too hairy.’”
It was my turn to snicker. “I love that man.”
