“Are you sure it’s him, then?” Margie asks.
I shake my head. I’m being crazy. There’s no way. “I…I don’t know. Maybe? Possibly? I just swear I keep seeing him. Maybe I’m losing it,” I state as I take a sip of wine.
Cornelia reaches over and pats my leg. “You aren’t losing it, sweetheart. Perhaps, you miss him, and it’s your mind’s way of reminding you of him.”
“Maybe,” I reply against the rim of my wineglass.
Cam claps her hands together. “I know what you need,” she says, grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary.
I raise an eyebrow. This ought to be good.
“Kiss, marry, fuck,” she declares, waggling her eyebrows.
I can’t help but laugh. Cam’s awesome.
“Ohhh, I’ve heard about this game,” Margie says, rubbing her hands together as if she’s been preparing for years.
“But we have to do it with the guys,” Cam adds with an evil smirk.
Roxy rolls her eyes. “We’ve done this before.”
Shrugging, Cam looks back at Margie. “So what? Let’s play again.”
Jessa’s eyes widen. “Do I have to play?”
Cam shakes her head. “Not if you don’t want to.”
Margie waves Jessa off and looks back at Cam. “Marry Al. They always say marry your friend, right? Fuck, Kasen.” She looks at Piper. “Sorry, but he looks fuckable.”
Piper blushes.
“And…kiss…Bray,” she finishes.
Cam looks at Piper.
“Can’t I just say Kasen for all three?” she asks, her cheeks turning pink.
Cam rolls her eyes and looks at Roxy, who holds up her hands. “I’m practically a married woman. Gray for all three. Although if it were a ‘why choose’ scenario, I’d take Bray, Gray, Kasen, Hutch, and Fletch. I mean, our men are…well…” She looks at Jessa. “No offense, but Troy’s like my dad and Al’s practically our grandfather.”
Jessa giggles. “None taken.”
Everyone’s eyes turn to me, and I feel the heat crawling up my neck.
“Hmmmm, that’s tough. Kiss Kasen, I guess. He’s got good lips. Fuck…Fletch, mostly for his voice.” I turn to Cam. “You have to admit, he needs to narrate audiobooks.”
Cam laughs. “I always tell him that.”
“And…” I pause because my answer is most definitely marry Hutch, but I’m afraid to say that. Will they all see through me? I can barely admit that I have a crush on Hutch to myself, let alone my friends.
I chicken out.
“Marry Bray,” I say.
Cam raises a single eyebrow, and Roxy narrows her eyes. Fuck, they know. I feel my armpits begin to sweat under their scrutiny.
“Why marry Bray?” Carly asks.
“Well, uh, he’s a doctor, he’s attractive, and he’s nice,” I rattle on like an idiot.
