Lucy is already laughing. “Oh my…”
“I had to cut it off,” I add.
“That is incredible,” Eva says, clearly delighted.
“It was not incredible,” I say. “It was stressful.”
“I would keep laughing, but you look so irritated.” Lucy wipes under her eye. “It’s like you thought he was cute or something.”
I hesitate. That’s my first mistake.
“Hold up.” Eva’s brows lift. “Oh, you did think he was cute…didn’t you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to,” Lucy says. “You paused.”
I take another sip of champagne. “He was…fine.”
“Mm-hmm,” Eva hums. “And?”
“And nothing,” I say. “I fixed the problem. That’s it.”
“I know you too well, Vivian Sullivan.” Lucy studies me for a second, then leans in slightly. “You’re leaving something out.”
“I’m not. Really.”
“You are,” she says. “I can tell.”
Eva crosses her arms, smiling. “Come on, Vivian. I’m invested now.”
I exhale, already regretting opening my mouth at all. “There was a moment.”
Lucy narrows her eyes. “What kind of moment?”
The kind I shouldn’t have had. The kind I definitely shouldn’t say out loud.
I swirl my glass instead. “I was having coffee the other day, got myself into a situation. So I?—”
I stop.
Lucy leans forward. “You what?”
Eva tilts her head. “Yeah…you what?”
I look at both of them. There’s no good way to finish this.
“I kissed him,” I say.
There’s some silence before Lucy makes a noise. A cross between a grunt and a snort. “You did not.”
“Oh, that look on her face.” Eva’s eyes light up. “You absolutely did.”
“It was not like that,” I say quickly. “It was a one-time thing. A needed distraction. That’s it.”
Lucy stares at me like I’ve just casually told her I adopted a pet tiger. “You kissed Ty.”
I gulp and nod. “Yep.”
