“Kind of romantic…?” Maria said behind her.
“Maybe…if it had happened to anyone other than me.”
They lay in silence for several minutes and Rowan soaked up the feeling of unconditional love and acceptance.
“You know,” Claudia said. “This would be really hot if you were a lesbian. We could make a fortune from internet porn.”
Rowan laughed at the abrupt suggestion. “I love you guys and I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m firmly in heteroville—even though I’m about to swear off guys. I wish I was—it might make my love life easier.”
“Men don’t have exclusivity on being assholes,” Maria said. “Love is love and no one is immune to heartbreak.”
“A very sad and true statement,” Rowan said.
“On that positive note,” Claudia said, “we got pizza and pralines and cream ice cream. Wanna Netflix and chill?”
“As long as chill means eat our weight in pizza and ice cream and cry while we watch a Nicolas Sparks movie,” Rowan said.
“What else would it mean?” Claudia asked.
“With you two? Voodoo hexes and a sacrificial virgin.”
Claudia rolled out of the bed. “Like we know any virgins.”
