“She never sits on me,” Kate said, looking forlorn as Eva scratched under her chin. “The traitor.”
Eva chuckled as Penny purred like an engine.
“Right, come on.” Kate nudged Eva’s thigh with a socked foot. “Spill the details of your dating app disaster.”
“A disaster that’s entirely your fault,” Eva said, still not sure she’d forgiven Kate for downloading the damn thing in the first place. “I should’ve deleted it right away.”
“But you didn’t.” Kate looked entirely too smug. “Because you wanted to meet someone on it.”
“I wanted nothing of the sort.”
“Then why did you keep it?”
“Because someone messaged me, and I was intrigued.” Lily’s first message felt like a lifetime ago. So simple, and yet it had worked. Eva thought of the awful pick-up lines that had followed and stopped a smile by taking a sip of her drink.
“Okay, so you started talking. What happened? Did they ask you for nudes? A threesome? Start sexting?”
Eva made a face. “No.” Thankfully. How much deeper would her mortification run if anything like that had happened? “We both agreed we weren’t looking for anything, and to stay as friends, and it was…nice.”
Nice was something of an understatement—but Kate didn’t need to know that. She’d think Eva had gone soft.
“So, what happened?” Patience had never been one of Kate’s strong suits.
Eva sighed. “There’s a woman at work,” she said, watching confusion cross Kate’s features. “She’s on this trip, actually. She’s…” Eva searched for the right words. How did she even begin to describe her nine months of history with Lily Cross? “She’s my complete opposite, in every way. We got off on the wrong foot, and she’s been stepping on every single one of my nerves since.”
Another understatement.
“The woman I was talking to on the app… there were some things we didn’t mention. Our real names, where we lived, our jobs.”
Kate’s eyes widened. “It was her?”
“It was her. She saw my screensaver one night.” Eva was going to keep the details of what else had happened that night close to her chest—there were some secrets that never needed to be spilled. “Recognized Franklin from the dating profile.”
“Shit.”
Eva took a gulp of her martini. “Yeah.”
Kate observed Eva over the rim of her wineglass. “But isn’t this a good thing?”
“How on Earth is it a good thing?”
“Because you found someone you like. Someone who lives—”
“I do not like her.”
“But you did.” Kate tilted her head to one side. “On the app.”
“As a friend.”
“Huh.”
Eva was starting to regret opening her mouth. “What?”
“Nothing. But it’s odd, this bothering you so much, if she was just a friend.”
Eva’s jaw clenched. This was why she didn’t tell people things. Because they tried to read her, tried to interfere, and—
“Please stop looking at me like you want to kill me,” Kate said, the corners of her mouth twitching. “That doesn’t work on me, remember? I’m immune.”
