“People evolve.”
“In ten seconds?” Tansy didn’t seem amused.
“Drop it, Tans.” Aasi didn’t want to discuss Bear.
“Patty doesn’t want to drop it. She lit up like a Christmas tree when Bear smiled at her.”
“Patty just wants a good tip.”
“She wants more than the tip, if you know what I mean.” Tansy didn’t own a filter.
“Seriously?” Aasia groaned.
“You’re blushing.”
“It’s warm in here.”
“So, you slept with Bear because to get over someone you must get under someone else? I knew you were my hero.” Tansy ripped the tops off of two white packets and poured the sugar into her coffee. “Is he good in bed? Wait…I would bet my BMW that he is amazing in bed. Am I right?”
“We didn’t have sex.”
“Then why are you being so vague?” Tansy had Aasia cornered. “I bet you did other things, didn’t you. That’s my girl. Find out how good he is with his tongue before—”
“Tansy! Who’s telling the story?”
She slumped back into the seat. “Fine. Have at it.”
“I went to Oscar’s last night. Bear just happened to be there with the crew.” Aasia swirled her finger through spilled sugar on the table.
“Just happened to be or did you go there to see him?” Tansy said through the furling steam from her cup.
“Can you allow me to tell the story?”
“Sure. Carry on.”
“I got tipsy and he was kind enough to take me to the bunkhouse and let me sleep it off. You know how Pedora is. I couldn’t go home. Nothing happened outside of my complete and utter humiliation.”
Tansy’s brow creased. “Wait. Let me get the facts straight. You were drunk, ended up in Bear’s bed where you slept, all night long, and you didn’t take the rare opportunity, the Universe’s supreme gift, to jump his bones? No that’s not possible. I’ve known you most of my life and not once would I have ever thought you’re crazy or a prude.”
“My relationship with Bentley just ended.”
“Unless you were involved with Prince Harry, which you were not, you’d be given a free pass from the powers that be to experience a night with Bear. So, what was the problem?”
“No problem at all.” Aasia stared through the window, trying to refrain from glancing at Bear.
“You’re not telling me everything.”
How was it possible that Tansy had some uncanny way of seeing straight through Aasia? She leaned over the table. “We did make out.”
“Ahh, I knew it,” Tansy blurted.
“Can we keep it down?” Aasia scanned the room to make sure no one—especially Bear—wasn’t listening. He and Echo seemed to be in a deep discussion.
“If you two made out, why didn’t you hit the homerun?”
“Because I was drunk.” She’d leave out the part where she hurled. “Bear slept on the couch like a complete gentleman.”
“I know there must be a story behind the fact that you’re wearing his shirt.” Tansy drummed her fingers on the table, burning a hole through Aasia as if trying to read her mind.
