“The talk?” Andrea asks.
I nod. “Yeah. He’s still a dick.”
Isla rolls her eyes. “Well, I knew that.”
“Who’s the blonde he’s with?” I ask no one in particular.
“Fawn Lincoln.”
I look at Audrey, eyes wide. “Did you just sayFawn?”
“Shh,” she chastises. “I did.”
I bust out laughing. “Who names their kid that? That’s so mean. It’s like a stripper name.”
Now we’re all laughing, and Leo and his group look over, Leo with a glare.
“I think he knows we’re talking about his piece of ass,” Isla says.
“Ask me if I care,” I reply.
“Do you care?” Brent asks as he sits down next to Audrey.
“Not even one little bit,” I answer.
“Good. It’s not worth it. Especially with Ellen having just arrived,” Brent informs us.
“Oh hell. Blondie is in for a world of hurt,” Carlos announces.
“Why?” I ask. “I don’t get it. They aren’t committed or anything.”
Carlos looks at everyone else but me. “Well, no. But she’s been his regular hookup for a while now. The other girls are side orders.”
“Dude, did you really just say that?” Brent asks with a laugh.
Isla elbows Carlos in the ribs. “He definitely did.”
“The lack of respect for the ladies around here is overwhelming,” I announce. “I thought Wisconsin was bad.”
“Wisconsin ain’t got nothing on us, Foxy J,” Carlos responds.
“Apparently not.”
“You miss it?” Elan asks.
I shrug. “Sorta. I think I’d miss it more if my grands were still alive. But with them being gone, it’s really not much of a home. My dad’s sister, Leah, and her family are there, but it’s not the same.”
“Foxy J the farm girl,” Elan teases.
“I know how to milk me a cow and everythin’,” I say in my best Midwestern drawl.
“Really?” Audrey asks.
I nod. “I’ve helped birth a few, too. Mostly the farm is for dairy and corn.”
“Cornfields,” Isla mutters with wide eyes.
“Let me tell you, when I watched Children of the Corn with my friends, I was never so scared in all my life,” I admit. “I slept with the lights on and everything locked tighter than a drum.”
