I handed each of them a glass, and then poured mine with vodka and diet soda.
“Maybe we should talk about something else,” Becky said.
Karen looked at her and then me. “Why?” Her brows pulled together. “I thought all that was fake.”
I looked down. “It was and it wasn’t.” And because I didn’t want to be a downer at this party, I said, “And he’s better that you could imagine without his clothes.”
Karen grinned and rolled back on her sleeping bag. “I knew it.”
Becky smiled and I got the feeling that she was glad I could talk about it.
Karen rolled over to her belly and looked at me with rapt attention. “And…in the sack?”
“Better than you could ever imagine,” I said.
“I can imagine pretty good,” she said arching a brow.
I shook my head. “Not that good.”
“Oh my God, I think I just had an orgasm.” She poured herself vodka and cranberry juice. “So why stop seeing him? If I had someone around like him, I’d throw out my vibrator.”
I wasn’t drunk enough to mention that he was happy to include a vibrator in the bed when having sex.
“The deal was done. Or bust, rather,” I answered, getting settled on my sleeping bag.
“And that was it?” Karen asked. “I mean…I don’t want to bring up anything bad, but he looks like a lost puppy. You haven’t been much better. I keep thinking that—”
“It’s none of our business,” Becky said, which was surprising because she nearly always blurted out secrets. It was a testament to our friendship, I suppose, that she could keep to herself my most painful experiences.
Karen looked at her and then me. “Oh
…I’m sorry, Holly. I didn’t mean—”
I waved her comment away. “It’s okay. It is what it is. It was bound to end at some point and that seemed like the best time.”
“Why?” Karen sipped her drink.
“You’re sure nosy.” Becky glared at Karen.
“That’s rich coming from Miss-I-Can’t-Keep-A-Secret. Plus, we’re having a sleepover. Girl talk…supporting our sister, that’s what it’s about, right?”
Becky looked at me and shrugged as if to say Karen was right. “We do want to be here for you.”
“Tucker and I had a lovely time, but it would have never lasted.”
“Why?” Karen and Becky said together.
“You know why?”
They looked at each other.
“Because that asshole Rick came back to town?” Karen asked.
“No.” That was ridiculous. In fact, I suspect he’d left again as I hadn’t heard from him since I’d seen him after Meredith’s party.
“It can’t be because you work together,” Becky said. “So…” She thought for a moment. “It’s because he’s a mooch. He moved in, ate all your food, let you do all the work.”
“No.” I shook my head. “He’s a really good cook and handy around the house.”