“Uh, kinda like you do?”
“I’m blood related.”
“Uh-huh. Some skinny girls have large breasts,” I informed her, continuing our conversation. “And anyway, I’m not sure you’re right. Notallguys favor big tits.”
“I’m right about everything.”
“I know you believe that…”
Daniella drew back and checked herself out in the mirror one last time. “Speaking of dudes who like big tits. Carter came by.” Shealmostmanaged to say his name without making a gag face.
“Nice segue.” It was true; my ex-boyfriend did, apparently, like big tits. I just hadn’t discovered that in the nicest way, and didn’t care to be reminded. “When?”
“When I was here looting the place last night, trying to find those earrings.”
“Last night?” I said, confused—and more than a little disturbed.
“Yeah.Latelast night,” my sister said.
Ugh.Really?
Carter came over to my place, unannounced, on a Saturday night?Afterhis hot date?
“He left a message for you,” she informed me.
“What message?” I looked around, but I didn’t see a note.
“I believe it went something like this. ‘Tell her the roses went over well,’” she drawled, putting on the most arrogant sounding man-voice in history. “‘Tell her I said thank you and I’ll make it up to her. Tell her to give me a call.’”
I wrinkled my nose. “Why didn’t he just call?”
“He said you didn’t answer your phone.”
“Oh.”
“So?” she prompted.
“So what?”
“Are you gonna call him?”
“Maybe.”
“Danica. Seriously. When are you gonna kick his ass to the curb?”
“He’s been kicked. We’re just friends.”
“Sure you are. In your mind. In his mind, you’re that amazing girl he regrets screwing over and now wants to screw.”
“It’s really not like that.” I avoided her eyes as I slathered cream cheese on her half of the bagel. “Your bagel’s ready. I used the low-fat.”
She sighed. “Are you actually happy for him?”
“If he’s met someone he’s happy with, then yes.”
“God, you are so mature.”
I smirked. “Who would’ve thought being born forty-two minutes earlier would make such a difference, huh?”
