Doesn’t matter that we’ve known each other for less than twenty-four hours. Callie’s intense, all in, and I’m all too happy to be swept away by her hurricane.
And it feels really good to ditch my old friend—loneliness.
Realizing this is not the place to have this conversation, I reply, “I’m not discussing something that personal in a crowded bar, Callie.”
“Fine,” she says, unlocking her phone and ordering an Uber.
“That’s not what I meant.”
She arches a pair of unimpressed brows and asks for the check. Sexy Lumberjack says it’s on the house and sends Callie off with a bottle of chilled, top-shelf champagne. Mate is trying hard to impress.
Cal tries to get me to spill it in the car, but, lucky me, I don’t have to stall or shush her this time. At the words ‘sex goddess,’ the driver’s head snaps around with a sharp crack, and she goes quiet. Well, quietly giggling.
I thought Callie would drop me off at Dr. Preston’s house and head home, but she followed me inside and is now pouring two flutes of champagne. The fun part of the night is over, and I don’t see a way out of the interrogation that’s coming.
“You’re not going to drop this, are you?” I ask before plopping down on the couch. I accept defeat and the drink as she sits too close to me and gives me the cheekiest smile.
“You started, now you finish. What’s the secret plan no one can hear about? No one but me,obviously.”
“Shhhh. Dr. Preston must be sleeping. Keep your voice down, woman.” I slap both hands over her mouth.
She peels them off immediately. “Oh please, the rule is clear. We only call him doctor at the hospital. And don’t try to change the subject. Let the cat out of the bag.”
I gulp down the bubbles for liquid courage. Where do I even start?
“If you’re not letting this go, you have to promise me a few things. First, no judging.”
She gasps, leaning back against the pillows. “I take offense to that. I’d never judge.” Her hand hovers over the top of her head. “Lots of glass houses over here, babes. Go on.”
“Second.” I look her dead in the eyes. “Callie. I’m serious, no one can know. Not even April. Are you sure you can keep this between us?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die. You have no idea the kind of dirt I have on April and Preston, and they are oblivious to it. Comes with being in a trio. Trust me, Mia. And girl, tell me already because my imagination is running wild, and it’s getting scary in there.”
“That’s good. Maybe my plan won’t sound as bad if you’re imagining worse.”
“Is it illegal?”
“In some states.”
“Uhhh. Color me intrigued. Do you need an alibi?”
I nearly topple over laughing. “No, but brownie points to you for offering.”
“Told you. Besties.” She winks and then moans,jumping straight into begging mode. “Ple-eeease end this torture and tell me already.”
“My sex life so far has been… lacking.”
“As in… you’re a virgin?” Callie’s eyes flare wide before she can hide it.
“No.” I snort and refill my glass. “As inlacking fun, enthusiasm,” I lower my head, awkward and a bit embarrassed, “lacking real orgasms too. My sex life so far has been boring. God, that’s even sadder when I say it out loud.” Another bubble-filled flute goes down like a shot. “And I want to change that.”
“I’ve got you. Which dating apps do you have?” The wingwoman in her takes over, eyes now shining with the plans she’s coming up with. “Have you changed your location yet? Oh, there are some really good ones here, invite-only, let me send you the link…”
“Callie, stop, stop. This isn’t a swipe right situation. Remember when I said I had a plan?” I say, staring at my feet.
“Alright, Miss PA. Tell me.”
“That’s the please-don’t-judge-me hard part.”
