“Really?”
“It’s offseason; I have nowhere to be.” Dax nods. “You want to try those with mustard?”
I screw my face up in disgust. “Eww, no. Why would I do that?”
“Do you not remember our conversation last night?”
“About mustard? Why would we talk about that?”
“You said maybe if you were spicy mustard, Duncan might like you better.”
“I did? Kill me now.”
I wish I could drown in my coffee. These last twenty-four hours are not playing out at all how I imagined they would.
I’m not on a plane headed to my honeymoon.
There’s no ring on my finger.
I’m not married.
Instead, I’m hungover in my best friend’s cabin, debating if eating hash browns will make me want to puke.
Screw it. Might as well try to feel better.
I stab my fork into the fried potato goodness. Okay, this will probably make things a little better.
“Not even using ketchup?” Dax smiles at me.
The fork clatters to the plate as he stretches out across the bed.
“See? I am boring.”
“You’re not boring,” he says, nudging my knee.
“I am. And I need to break out of my shell.”
“How are you going to do that?”
Dax leans on one elbow, sipping from his own coffee mug. Black, how he always takes it.
“I’m going to make a to-do list.”
“A to-do list to make you less boring? Isn’t a list boring to start with?” Dax laughs.
“See if I let you help me with it then.”
“What is going to be on this list?”
I take another bite of the hash browns, thinking it over as I chew. “Do you have a pen and paper I can use?”
He hops off the bed and walks over to the desk in the corner. A tiny notebook and pen are thrust into my hands.
“Thanks.”
“Does this mean I get to help now?” he asks.
“Maybe.” I wink at him.
