“Good ideas are for retirement accounts and dental insurance. Tell me about the motorcycle.”
“No.”
“Oh, something happened.”
“Nothing happened.”
“Something happened.”
I stared at her through the phone.
She stared back.
This was the problem with Lena. She had known me through finals week, food poisoning, one depressive haircut, and the Everett disaster. My face had no privacy with her.
I tucked one leg under me. “We swore never to speak of it.”
Lena slapped a hand over her mouth. “You did not.”
“I said we’re not speaking of it.”
“You absolutely did.”
“I did not say that.”
“You’re blushing so hard I can feel the heat through the Wi-Fi.”
I pressed the cold mug against my cheek. “There was tension. That’s all. Tension happens. It’s biology. Adrenaline. Proximity. Shared inconvenience.”
“Did shared inconvenience have abs?”
I closed my eyes.
Lena screamed.
“Hush,” I said. “Bandit will think joy is happening and report us.”
“I am definitely coming to New Mexico.”
“You are not.”
“I am. Which brings me to this biker wedding.”
I opened one eye. “How do you know about the wedding?”
“You told me two minutes ago.”
“I mentioned a wedding.”
“You mentioned a wedding connected to biker royalty.”
“Regan invited me.”
“So …it’s not crashing…?”
“Technically, no. Emotionally, yes. I barely know these people.”
“You know Regan. You know the girls. You know Bandit’s medical sponsor. You know Mason’s abs.”
