“That’s right, don’t think. I got you.” She winks.
Has she always been this assertive?
“Just trust her.” Daisy lifts her phone out of her purse. “Every taco here is delicious. And if one of them has something on it you can’t eat, we’ll trade.”
“Okay.” I give a slight nod, still off-kilter. But it’s comforting that Daisy remembers this detail about me.
“Picture time, ladies,” Stella announces as she hops off her stool. She taps the guy’s shoulder next to us and after a few words are exchanged, she gives him her phone. “What do we think? Taco bar in the background or the beach?”
“Beach,” Daisy and I say at the same time.
We crowd together, me squished in the middle, and my heart gives a sigh in my chest. I still fit between them, like I used to. For this brief moment it’s as if no time has passed. We smile and luckily the guy takes several pictures so we can sort through them in hopes of finding at least one we can all agree will be Instagram-worthy.
The pitcher of margaritas arrives with three blue, blown glasses. My first sip is heavenly. It’s tart and sweet, the citrus hitting my tastebuds just right. Maybe I’ll be forgoing the wine and ordering these next time West takes me out.
Shit. West.
I pick up my phone from where it’s been lying face-down on the table. The unanswered text from him doesn’t sit there lonely. It’s now been joined by two more. I purse my lips as I open them.
West
Please don’t give me the silent treatment. FaceTime will be better anyway. We haven’t got to have phone sex yet. Thought that might be kind of fun. What do you think? Nine? Charlie should be in bed by then.
If I FaceTime you at nine and I’m naked and you’re not, that will be awfully embarrassing.
That would be embarrassing. But I suppose your apology is good enough and I won’t put you through the humiliation
I’m out with my friends. I’ll call you when I’m back at Dottie’s
West
Friends?
I tilt my head and my brows pinch together. Is he…jealous?
Yeah you’ve heard me mention Stella? And her cousin Daisy
West
So no guys then?
Heisjealous. I’m not sure if I find it adorable or unbecoming.
West
Because that would be pretty fucked up
My eyes bulge and a streak of shock ripples through me.
No men. Never any man but you
West
Good. That’s my girl.
“Earth to Rosie,” Daisy is saying, shaking my shoulder.
I lift my gaze from my phone to find her crouching to meet my eye. “Hmm…mm?”
