“I remember lots of shots.”
Lindsey smiled. “Do you remember the hot biker?”
Abby groaned and slid down into her seat. Fuzzbutt meowed in protest as he was dislodged and had to resettle. “How bad was it?” She had a vague memory of talking to him. Mostly what she remembered was feeling nervous talking to such a good-looking guy.
“It wasn’t bad at all. It could have been a lot better if you hadn’t walked away from him.”
“I think he asked for a hookup, and I don’t do those. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“Usually by taking your clothes off.”
If she had something to throw, she would. “You know what I mean. I’ve only been in long-term relationships, and the last one ended almost five years ago.”
“Mmm…there’s a lot to be said for no-strings sex.”
Abby wouldn’t know. “What about you? What happened to the guy you were talking to?”
“There was a line.” Lindsey dropped her head back onto the sofa cushion.
“What do you mean a line?”
“When I came back from the toilet, there were two women fawning all over him. It wasn’t worth the effort.”
“Sorry,” Abby said.
“Eh. You win some, you lose some.” Lindsay raised her head. “If you saw that guy again, would you give him a chance?”
Abby thought about it and her honest answer was…she didn’t know. She remembered rambling about the suit of armor and him being nice to her and not making fun of her. She also remembered the way his biceps had pulled at the sleeves of his shirt when he’d crossed his arms. And the way his jeans had hugged his butt.
He was the antithesis of everything she normally found attractive, and yet, she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off him. But she’d been married to Mr. Perfect and look how that had turned out.
“You totally would,” Lindsey teased.
“I don’t know. It’s highly doubtful he’d ever have any interest in a middle school art teacher, anyway.”
“I don’t know,” Lindsey said. “You didn’t see the way he was looking at you.”
“What way?”
“Like you were the last drink of water on a desert island.”
“Pfft. Unlikely.”
A sly grin spread across Lindsey’s face. “Do you remember telling him no hot, sexy motorcycle guys because it never turns out like it does in the books?”
Abby gaped at her. “I did not.”
Lindsey laughed. “You absolutely did.”
“Oh my god.” Abby covered her face with her hands.
“I’ll see what I can find out about him from Angela. I think they work together.”
Abby dropped her hands and scratched Fuzz’s ears. “That is so high school. I may as well write a note—do you like me? Check yes or no.”
“Pretty sure the kids just text nowadays.”
Tinker dropped his elbow to protect his ribs. “Oof.”
