Drea was quiet for a long moment before she nodded and sighed, causing dread to fill my body. “Fine. If you think it’ll be beneficial.”
“Perfect! I’ll have Eloise send you all the details. It’s going to be a fun little girls weekend!” She smiled, and I groaned as she sat there, looking pretty damn pleased with herself.
Drea and I gave each other a look. Her stare was unreadable, but I knew she could see the terror building in my eyes.
I could barely stand to be in the same room with the woman for more than five minutes, but a whole weekend with Drea? That should be fun…
Chapter Ten
Drea
“How are you, love? I feel like it's been ages.”
Penelope and I were sitting at Reids, a local bar a few blocks down from the bookstore. I needed to get out and find a distraction. Since I was banned from my typical method of stress-relieving fun, I invited my friends out for a girls night.
Fallon, of course, declined. She had something to do for the wedding with Mackenzie. At least, that was what she told me. Truthfully, I think they just wanted to watchStuart Littleand fuck on the couch.
Penelope was busy with work and her husband most of the time, so we didn’t spend as much time together as I would like, and I was looking forward to spending some time with her.
“I know! I’ve been busy with work… and Greg.” She chuckled, a slight blush creeping over her cheeks.
“From the look on your face, I can tell that Greg is taking up most of your spare time.” I grinned, and Penelope’s cheeks continued to turn a brighter shade of pink.
“Dre! Keep your voice down, and yes, my husband has been showing me a great time. That hasn’t changed in the twelve years we’ve been married,” she said with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
“I didn’t want to say anything because I don’t want to take away from Fallon’s big moment… but Greg and I are trying to get pregnant.”
“What? That's amazing, congrats!” I hugged my friend and smiled. “I cannot believe you two are going to be parents. I’m so happy for you, babe.”
“I’m nervous but excited. Like I said, I don’t want to overshadow Fallon getting married and I don’t want to jinx anything, but we felt like it was the right time, you know?” she said as she took a sip of her cherry coke. Now I understood why she didn’t order alcohol.
“Of course! I’m sure everything will work out the way it’s supposed to.” My best friend was going to make an amazing mother, and I was going to spoil that kid shitless.
“I’m sure it will. So, what’s been going on with you?” Penelope asked with curiosity in her voice.
I groaned. “I have to go out of town next weekend. There’s a book festival that Blair is attending, and Cara thinks it would be a good idea for me to go, so I’m being dragged along with them.”
“Oh, come on, I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Won’t Cara be there, too? You can ignore Blair the whole time, if you want.”
“Yeah, she’ll be there, but I mean honestly, a whole weekend with Blair? That sounds awful. Cara definitely won’t let me ignore Blair the whole time. She’s been trying to get us to get along since day one. I keep telling her it’s never going to happen, but she doesn’t give up once she sets her mind to something.” I took a long drink of my whiskey, hoping the burn would cure my irritation. I was three whiskeys in and so far having no such luck.
Penelope laughed. “Then why did you agree to it? Just don’t go. It’s not like you’re contractually obligated.”
I rolled my eyes. “Because, as always, Cara was right. It’ll be a good place to do some networking for the store. But that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to bitch about it the entire time.”
I was going to make Cara think twice about ever inviting me anywhere with her and Blair again.
“That’s true. How did your first meeting alone go? I see you’re not injured or dead, but I can’t say the same for the other party.” She laughed as I glared at her.
“We survived. I was nice, if you can believe it. I used my big girl manners and even complimented her.”
“How nice of you… Wait, you complimented her? What did you say?”
Why did I admit that out loud? I looked down at my half-empty whiskey glass. No more for me.
“I was just trying to be nice. I promised Cara I would at least try, and her dress was a nice color. So what?” I shrugged.
Thankfully, I wasn’t drunk enough to tell her that the body clothed in the dress looked even better.
