“So, aside from his dick, what else is amazing about him?”
She appears to consider my question while taking a sip from her glass. “I’ve dated a few guys. But I’ve never felt loved the way Louie loves me.”
“I’m really happy for you, Charlotte,” I say.
“You know, one day, it’s going to happen for you too,” she tells me.
I look away. I hate lying to my friend. But I’m already dumping my problems on her. It’s not fair to add my dating life to that list. “Mhm, maybe.”
“Who is he?” she asks.
“Who is who?”
“The man you’ve been fucking. I know you better than you know yourself, Evie Carter. I know you’re seeing someone,” Charlotte insists.
“Seeingisn’t really the term I’d use.” I shrug, taking a huge gulp of the wine, followed by another and another, until the glass is empty.
“What’s the term you would use, then?” she presses.
“I don’t know. It’s… complicated.”
“How so?”
I sigh. “I’ve been a horrible friend, and I’ve been lying to you,” I admit.
Charlotte’s eyebrows draw down in confusion. “About what?”
“About the person I’m seeing.”
“As long as it’s not my husband, I don’t care who you’re dating, Evie. I just hope he makes you happy,” Charlotte says.
I laugh. “Definitely not your husband.”
“I know.” Charlotte nods. “I trust Louie.”
I raise a brow at her.
“And I trust you,” she’s quick to add.
“Good, because I would never do anything to hurt you,” I tell her.
“Yeah.” Charlotte gets a distant look on her face. She caught her sister fucking her ex-fiancé the day before the ceremony. She ended up running off to Vegas and then met Louie. The rest is history, as they say.
“So, you really don’t care who I’ve been sleeping with?” I ask her.
“No. Why would I care?”
“It’s Emmanuel,” I whisper, like saying his name out loud might just make him appear.
“WHAT!” Charlotte jumps up, her voice risingwith her. “Are you insane? Emmanuel, as inthe cartel bossEmmanuel?”
“Wait… You just said you didn’t care who it was,” I remind her as I refill both of our glasses.
“That was before I knew you were in bed with a madman,” she says.
“He’s not mad,” I huff.
Charlotte tilts her head and stares at me.
