“That's the one.”I pull the pillow off my face just enough to look at her.“That was Jay Cross.”
Kinsey's eyebrows shoot up.“Wait.He'sstick guy?You finally figured out who he is.”
“I always knew.”
Her brows knit together.“Then why did you waste your time with Derek?Seems a little harsh since you were obsessed with the hockey guy.”
“I have not been obsessed—”
“You literally bring him up at least once a month.'Ugh, I saw that hockey player today.''Why do guys think terrible pick-up lines work?''Derek would never say something that stupid.'“ She makes air quotes around each statement.Meanwhile, you were dating a guy who once spent forty-five minutes explaining the aerodynamics of his stroke to me without realizing that in literally any other context, we’d have had to get married afterward.”She visibly shakes.“I know more about that man's anatomy than my own fiancé.”
“I wasn't obsessing over the hockey player,” I insist.“I was...observing.From a distance.Critically.”
“Uh-huh.And what's he done now?”
“Nothing, per se, but I have to tape his thighs twice a week for the next three months.”
Kinsey's jaw drops.“Shut up.”
“I wish I was joking.”
“This is—” She presses her hands to her mouth, but I can see her shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter.“This is incredible.This is karma.This is—”
“A nightmare.The word you're looking for is nightmare.”
“I was going to say 'the universe having a sense of humor,' but sure.”She scoots to the edge of her bed, eyes gleaming.“Okay, tell me everything.”
I sit up, hugging the pillow to my chest.“He recognized me immediately.”
“Immediately?”
“The second he walked in.He asked if I was still slumming it with swimmers.”I can feel my cheeks heating at the memory.“Like he's been keeping track.”
Kinsey's expression shifts from amused to intrigued.“Interesting.”
“It's not interesting.It's annoying.”
“It's very interesting.So he remembered you from one party three years ago?”
“Apparently.”I pick at a loose thread on the pillow.
“And?”
“And what?”
She tilts her head, studying me.“Oh, come on.You seriously don't expect me to believe that you just taped his thighs and that was the end of the story.”
“It's not.He was infuriating and he wouldn’t stop talking the entire session.He kept talking shit about Derek, and I snapped.I told him I was single, which only made things worse.”
Kinsey snorts.“You walked right into that one.What happened after?”
“Nothing.He kept talking, but I ignored him.Then when I was leaving, he called me back and said he was happy I was single.”
She raises a brow.“What did you say to that?”
“Nothing.I just walked out.”
Kinsey sucks in a breath through her teeth.“Ally.”
