“What does ‘mmm’ mean?”
She shrugs and drinks more of her wine. “Nothing.”
“You know you’re infuriating when you’re cranky.”
“I just don’t get it, Maddie.” She leans forward, her tone soft but exasperated. “You have this perfect man who adores you, who wouldmove mountainsfor you, and now you’re second-guessing everything after secretly loving him from afar for a decade?”
“I was not.”
Her eyes practically roll to the back of her head. “Okay,” she drawls sarcastically.
“You’re annoying me,” I huff, sinking into the couch with my wine. “Tell me about your night then.”
“He’s hot, nothing more.”
“What was wrong with this one?” I ask, knowing it’s something ridiculous. She has extremely picky taste, she’s never going to meet anyone.
“If you must know. He had a nose ring.”
I burst out laughing. “You’re all artsy and free-spirited. You even had a nose ring at one point.”
She scrunches up her nose in disgust. “It’s not a good look on a guy, and he kept playing with it while I was talking. Like a girl twirling her hair.”
I throw my head back. This is exactly what I needed to get my mind off of everything.
“What about the Cal, from the gala?”
She stills, “How did you know his name?”
“Um, because he’s a famous football player. He plays for New York. He didn’t tell you?”
“Fuck off. He’s not.”
I nod and take a sip. “Best in the league.”
“Ugh. Of course, he was the best sex of my life, and he’s an athlete. I hate sports players besides Mase, obviously.”
“Best sex of your life, huh?”
“Shut up, Maddie Grace,” she groans.
“Eat a cookie. It will make you feel better.”
“Tell your brother thanks for sending them,” she mumbles around a mouthful. “These are so fucking good.”
I take a bite and nod.
When I told my brother we were having a girls’ day, he had wine and our favorite cookies delivered an hour later.
Speaking of…four twenty-five.“His game is starting. Where’s the remote?”
“I don’t know, but here’s your phone. It’s been vibrating under my butt.”
I look at her deadpan. “I’ve been looking for this for an hour.”
“Thought maybe you stored your vibrators in the seat cushions.” She chuckles.
I throw a pillow at her. “What is wrong with you?”
