“Oh,” Jameson says. “Now that we’re all here, I have news.”
Addison perks up. “What kind of news? Are you dating someone?”
He makes a face at her. “I’m officially moving back to New York.”
“Officially?” Addison practically shrieks, loud enough that a few heads turn in our direction. In a place like Diamond, that’s saying something. She wraps her arms around Jameson and squeezes him so tight. “I’m so happy!”
“Boston is boring, and everyone I care about is here.” He shrugs like it’s nothing. “Moving back to my penthouse at The Park next month.”
“Jamie! This is the best news I’ve heard!” Addison nearly knocks over his drink.
“Your reactions are always the best,” he tells her, chuckling.
“That’s great! Maybe you won’t be a stranger anymore,” Kendall tells him.
“Oh, please, Ken Doll. That one gets pissed if I even look at you,” he says, pointing to me.
I narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t get pissed when you look at her. I get fucking pissed when you’re supposed to play it cool, and instead, you stick your tongue in my girlfriend’s mouth. There’s a difference,” I explain.
“Is there?” he asks, but I can tell he’s playing.
Kendall shrugs. “You don’t have to worry about that ever again.”
“Ever?” Jamie says, waggling his brows.
“Ever,” I confirm.
“So, who do I need to get with to request a plus-one for the gallery opening?” Jameson asks.
Addison raises an eyebrow. “So, you are seeing someone?”
“No. But six weeks isplenty of time to find a hot date,” he says. “Have any friends who are searching for a very attractive, charming ex-hockey player?”
Addison chuckles. “You’re verysomething.Charming though? That’s a stretch.”
We order two more rounds of drinks until we’re all tipsy. Kendall tries to hold back a yawn, but I know she got up at the crack of dawn this morning to start working.
“It’s Saturday night, and both of you look like you’re falling asleep,” Addison protests.
I flip her off. “I’m in the middle of the playoffs.”
“And?” Addison looks at Jamie. “Want to keep this party going?”
“Absolutely,” he says.
“I think we’re going to head out,” I tell him.
“Yes, I’m so tired,” Kendall says.
“This is what I’m talking about,” Addison says. “You stole my bestie!”
All I can do is laugh at her as our tab is being closed. The four of us walk to the door and exchange hugs on the sidewalk. Addison and Kendall whisper about something.
Jameson pulls me into a hug. “If you need anything, I’m always here for you,” he says quietly.
“Goes both ways.”
He pulls back and meets my eyes. “Don’t fuck this up.”
