“And a whole lot of cock. Glad to see you’re heeding my advice,” she clucks.
She has no idea how much I’m heeding it.
“So which one? The blond, right?” She snaps her fingers. “What was his name again?”
I bite my lip and look at her hair stylist. “Can you give us a second alone?”
The dark-haired girl with the snappy gum nods, placing the curling iron on the hot pad. “I need some more coffee anyway.” She leaves the room aloofly.
Janine’s eyes are as large as blue saucers; I sent the stylist away. She knows I’m about to share something juicy.
“Oh, my god, you’re in love with him.” She tries to guess straight away.
“Not exactly.”
“He has a tiny penis, and he’s horrible in bed, and now, you have no idea how to get rid of him.” She frowns.
“Not even close.” I roll my eyes.
“Oh, thank god. So what’s with all the hush-hush?”
I wring my hands together nervously. How do I say this? “I haven’t exactly been running around with just him. Shane.”
Janine stares at me blankly. “What do you mean not just him? You’re bonking the other one too?”
“Sort of.” I wince.
“Do theysort ofknow, or are you juggling both of them behind their backs?” she asks, half perturbed, half in awe.
“They know.”
Her jaw drops. “And they’re okay with that?”
“Yes, because they’re together. We’re alltogether.”I lace my fingers in front of her face. I don’t know if the hand gesture helps the explanation or not.
“You’re alltogether.”She mimics my hand motion as she tests out what I just told her with her own tongue. “Holy. Fuck. Jennifer. Diane. Reeves.” It clicked. “You choose the morning of my wedding day to tell me this information! A threesome!” she jumps out of her chair.
“A triad, I think it’s technically called,” I correct her.
“Oh, excuse my ignorance on the terminology.” She snaps her head and digs her fists into her hips.
“Shut up.” I knock her in the arm. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I don’t know how to tell anyone. It’s all very new and strange andyikes.”
“And hedonistic. I can’t believe it. The girl who couldn’t commit to one man has committed to two.”
“Hang on. It’s not like we’re strolling down the aisle three deep.”
“You might be. I can see it written all over your face. You like them.A lot.”
“There’s a big issue.”
“Too much cock now?” She scrunches her face.
“No.” I glare at her. “They work for Winters Travers.”
“That swine who’s trying to swindle the Corkscrew from you and Pops?”
“Yes. One and the same.”
