Erin changes the name of the group thread from “The Group Chat He’s Outnumbered In” to “The Gay Agenda Ft. Who’s Your Daddy?”
Goldie
OMG, Tulls! It’s happening! This is the best news I’ve had all week. Ew, Erin. Just ew. Yayyyy, Tully!
Erin
When the twins start shouty-capitalizing, things are about to go DOWN.
Ava
I can’t believe she’s there! Have you talked to her?
Spent some time with her today, and she’s coming to the wedding tomorrow.
Erin
Our little daddy is doing so good.
Okay, now I’m grossed out, but also…NOT so little daddy.
Goldie
My eyes are bleeding. This has gotten out of hand.
Ava
Wrong, just wrong.
Goldie names the conversation “Twin Energy Times Two.”
Erin
Don’t listen to them, Tulls. You get that ego all built up. You’ve got work to do. Play it cool, but flirt your not-so-little daddy the fuck off.
Okay, even I’m troubled by that one. But noted. Thanks. I feel…maybe hopeful.
Goldie
You’ve got this!
Ava
Let us know how it goes.
Erin
Unless you’re having tantric sex all night long, and then we can wait until the next morning.
Erin names the conversation “Operation Get Him Laid.”
CHAPTER TEN
STILL HIM
LOLA
On the walk toward my parents’ house, I replay my time with Tully, still in disbelief that he’s here and that I’ll see him tomorrow. I’m asking for pain—this is a bad,badidea—but I decide I’ll deal with the fallout later. Tully and I agreed to just behere, didn’t we? No past, no future, just this little window of time on the island of Nantucket. The problem is, our past is etched in our every interaction, whether we talk about it or not. It’s in the way we look at each other, the way our bodies are drawn together like magnets.
