Two commitments. Same time. Different men.
April looked down at the flute in her hand again. She’d taken one sip. It tasted like rich people and bad decisions.
She typed without thinking.
April:I double booked
April:i may have committed to a lot today
Laura:With who.
Laura:APRIL. With who.
April stared at the message like it was a subpoena.
She couldn’t typeMateowithout it becominga thing.
She also couldn’t type nothing without Laura calling the FBI, the fire department, and HR. And April really didn’t want to deal with her companies HR department right now.
April:the chef and Killian
April:Kind of liam
Laura:Why are you double-booked like you’re a dental hygienist with three husbands.
Laura:What chef.
Laura:April. I do not have time for riddles.
April closed her eyes for half a second, then opened her calendar again as if it might have magically fixed itself.
It hadn’t.
8:00 PM—Sterling Gala
8:00 PM—Mateo Tasting
She exhaled, small and panicked.
April:Mateo
April:I said I would go to his place at 8
April:but the gala is 8
Laura:Since when are you going to a gala?
Laura:Which one are you going to?
Laura:Wait.
Laura:MATEO.
Laura:The hot chef I told you was into you a year ago?
Laura:THAT Mateo?
She knew it would be a Thing.
