Top Dog

“Have fun with that. I’m about to go deal with a bunch of whiny toddlers too,” he said.

“The Board of Investors?” I asked, laughing.

“That’s them. Talk with you soon. And by soon, I mean not a month from now.”

“So, two months?” I asked.

“Goodbye, asshole.”

CHAPTER 13

AMANDA

“Well, I’m checked in!”

“You know you can come stay with my at the cabin. You think it’s a death trap, but it’s just a little old,” I said.

“I’ll take my chances with the hotel. There’s this cute little coffee shop I passed by. It was called ‘Coffee Creations.’ Want to meet me there?” Sarah asked.

“I’ll meet you anywhere. I’m so excited to see you!” I said.

“Meet you in fifteen?” she asked.

“Make it thirty. I take it easy going down this mountain.”

“See you then. I have so much shit to tell you it’s insane.”

I was ecstatic that Sarah was finally in town. I knew she couldn’t stay long, but it would be wonderful to see her. I cleaned myself up a bit before I went into town, taking it slow as I drove down the mountain. It didn’t matter how many times I traveled that road in my life, I would always have minor panic attacks going down it. Coming up wasn’t an issue. But being pointed down at the ground for seven miles?

It turned my stomach every time.

By the time I arrived the coffee shop, I was ready to lunge into Sarah’s arms. I wrapped myself around her and picked her up. I swung her around as the two of us giggled, and I could feel people staring at us in the coffee shop.

But I didn’t care. This was my best friend, and I had no idea when I was going to see her again.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Sarah said. “I can only take so much loving at once.”

“Yeah, yeah. I hear you,” I said as I sat her down. “Ready to get some coffee?”

“Oh, I already bought it for us. A large white chocolate mocha latte for me and a large hot mocha raspberry coffee with creamer for you.”

“Bless you,” I said breathlessly. “I have the most incredible best friend alive.”

“And don’t you forget it. Oh! Before we leave, remind me to stick all your art shit in the trunk of your car.”

“It’s not shit, and you’re not going to at least come visit the cabin?” I asked.

“Nope, but you can always come visit me in my hotel room,” she said, grinning.

“Wimp.”

“Weirdo.”

“I’ve missed you,” I said.

“I’ve missed you, too. Any word from your dick ex since his shit on the plane ride down?”

“Not a word,” I said. “Now, what’s all this drama you spoke of? I’m ready for my daily dose of pettiness.”