Oaklee comes in, her hair pulled up high on her head. “Sorry, I’m late. Let me grab a drink and a muffin.”
I watch her walk to the counter to place her order and lean in once more. “She doesn’t know, so don’t say anything.”
“Got it,” my friend states, slurping her drink.
“Okay, what’d I miss?” Oaklee asks, dropping into a third seat at the bistro table with her muffin on a plate.
“We were just talking about riding the bologna pony.”
I choke on my iced coffee and almost spit it out across the table. Would serve her and her big mouth right though.
“Why do you think I’m late?” Oaklee asks, a satisfied little grin on her pretty face.
“Oh my God!” I bellow. “Why? Why did you have to say that? He’s my brother!”
Oaklee shrugs and takes a bite of her muffin. “He’s notmybrother.”
Sommer holds up her hand for a high five, which Oaklee happily gives. When I glare at her, she says, “What? Women are supposed to support each other.”
“Yes, but not when the…ponyis my brother. I donotwant to hear about it,” I state, shoveling a massive bite of my own muffin into my mouth.
Oaklee shrugs. “Sorry.” After a beat, she adds, “But just for the record, he’s more of a horse. There’s nothing small about him.”
If the ground could open up and swallow me whole, that’d be great.
Shoving my fingertips into my ears, I sing loudly so I can’t hear anything else she has to say. “So nasty,” I mutter when it appears they’re done torturing me.
“Oh, he can get nasty,” she whispers, enjoying my torture far too much.
“You know what, you’re not my friend anymore,” I insist, standing up and walking away from the table.
Sommer and Oaklee both beg me to come back, but I keep going, straight to the counter to retrieve Oaklee’s iced coffee. I grab a straw, slap it through the hole on top, and return to our table. Before I set it down, I take a big gulp of her drink.
“Hey!” she bellows, grabbing her iced coffee from my hand.
“Serves you right.”
“Fine,” she mutters, wiping off the tip of her straw and taking her own drink. “I won’t talk about sex with your brother anymore.”
“Thank you.”
“But I still want to know who we were talking about then.”
My mind blanks as I look over at Sommer.
“You said you guys were talking about riding the bologna pony. Who went for the ride?” she asks, glancing between me and my bestie.
Sommer and her big fat fucking mouth.
“Oh, that was me. Totally had sex last night,” Sommer announces, and I feel myself take a deep breath and relax.
“Really? Someone you met at the bar?” Oaklee asks, her eyes wide as she waits for the answer.
I appreciate my friend bailing me out here, but we wouldn’t even be in this predicament if she wouldn’t have opened her damn mouth.
“Yep.”
“Who? Do I know him? Oh, was it that guy who was sitting at the bar with the two other guys? The dark-haired one with green eyes. Wait, it wasn’t the one who was good-looking but laughed really loud, right? The super cocky one that Cade kept saying was a complete douche. I don’t know him, but he strikes me as the type of guy who regularly gets shots of penicillin, if you know what I mean.”
