She sets the bottles on the table, then pushes her sunglasses into her hair. “I’m just happy this week’s get together doesn’t involve a pole or ice skates or improv.”
Vivi frowns. “Are those the things you normally do?”
“Oh yeah.” Savannah picks up the bottle of red. “You should join us at pole dancing next time. We’re up for another one in a couple of weeks.”
I groan. For years, we’ve taken turns picking an activity for girls’ night, and lately Savannah always picks pole dancing. At least we now have more privacy for the activity, since Camden’s sister Cora kept his old house, which is outfitted with half a dozen permanent stripper poles in the basement. Cora also teaches classes. She’s badass.Not that I’m interested in practicing any of those moves in front of anyone but my closest friends.
“Yup.” Josie drops into a chair on the other side of the outdoor table, then scoots to one side, ensuring she’s in the shade of the umbrella. “The one after is my choice, though, and I’m picking a rom-com and board game night.”
Savannah lets out a throaty laugh. “Of course you are.”
“You love it.” Leaning back and lacing her fingers over her abdomen, Josie grins.
I nod. I certainly do.
Savannah hasn’t even set the wine bottle down after filling our glasses before she eyes me. “You requested this little get-together. Do tell, how are things now that you’re the coach instead of the goalie?”
With a sigh, I pick up my wine. “I requested this get-together specifically because I don’t want to talk about any of that.”
“Ha,” Josie coughs out loudly. “As if.”
Beside me, Vivi sips her wine, her eyes darting between the three of us. I’m pretty sure she’s just happy to be here, which means she won’t give me shit.
Too bad the two women across from us won’t extend me the same courtesy.
“I heard from a little birdie that you walked in on JJ Hanson in the shower this morning,” Josie says, wineglass dangling from her fingers.
Asshole.
Why are my friends all assholes?
Savannah sucks in a shocked breath while Vivi giggles beside me.
Eyes narrowed, I turn to her. “Glad you find my embarrassmentamusing. Maybe we could trade rooms so you have to share a bathroom with JJ.”
Her eyes light up. “Have you seen how hot JJ is?”
“He’s also married,” I remind them all.
It’s annoying as hell how everyone forgets that crucial fact.
“To a woman who has disappeared,” Josie snaps.
“So? She’s Avery’s mom and still his wife,” I mutter into my drink. I hate both of those facts equally. More than four years later, my cheeks still heat in embarrassment when I think about it. It shouldn’t bother me this much. I should be over the way it felt that day, all those years ago, when I found out about Tabitha. Back when I thought we were it. When I thought he was my forever.
Heat pricks the backs of my eyes, so I blink and straighten, keeping my emotions in check.
“So you saw him naked? How’d he look?” Savannah asks.
Irritation stirs to life inside me. “How do you know this?” I ask Josie, avoiding Savannah’s ridiculous question.
He looked fantastic. Obviously.
My friend breaks into a wicked smirk. “He told Bray and Bray told me.”
Assholes. Even Brayden. While I knew he had zero personality, I didn’t realize he wasalsoan asshole.
“He looked good, didn’t he?” Savannah coos. “I could see JJ being a secret freak. God, I love my freak.”
