While walking to the shop, I pull out my phone to send her a message.
Hey, thanks for covering for me. Did anyone ask any questions?
It takes less than a minute for a response to come through.
I ran into Dylan at the store, but I told him you were hanging out with Eve.
Thank you. I owe you one.
Hell, yes, you do. How about we start with an explanation on where you’ve been?
Long story.
I’ve got time.
I don’t. I have to work.
So do I. You better make time, baby sister.
Michelle and I have grown closer as I’ve gotten older. In my formative years, she was already a mom, so it wasn’t like she had a lot of time for me.
Understandably so.
But now that we are older, we’ve started spending more time together and always have a good time–while still giving each other shit.
I look back at my phone.
I’ll leave you with this tidbit. Beau and I hooked up, and I spent the weekend with him.
Three dots appear almost immediately.
I need all the details. Come by the house sometime this week.
Will do.
I slide my phone back into my pocket as I walk into the auto shop. I’ve started using Monday mornings to catch up on all the stuff in the office. Doing it this morning gives me a perfect excuse to avoid Beau.
Maybe I’ll drag this out some to make everyone think we are still pissed off.
Aside from sneaking a few looks at the other as he walks in front of the window, we haven’t had any interaction.
It isn’t until I decide to take lunch that the two of us are in the same room together. I walk into the break room, and there is only one chair left, and it’s at the table with Beau. I take my time grabbing a bag of chips from the vending machine and take a seat.
Neither of us say a word to each other and do our best to avoid any eye contact as well.
Jamie sits in between us and asks, “Either one of you do anything fun this weekend?”
I start with, “Just hung out with my niece.
Beau then says, “Not much. Just did some things around the house.”
I think both of us are doing a great job at hiding this thing, but I’m proven wrong when Jamie points to each one of us. “Wait a minute. You two fucked, didn’t you?”
“What?” Beau asks while I simultaneously say, “How did you know?”
Way to cave too easily, Jo.
Dylan, Drew, and Jack all look at us, waiting for more of an answer, but I have no idea what to say. I’m not sure there is anything I could say that would make this moment any less awkward.
