Uh oh. “Uh, sorry, I probably can’t make any things.”
“It’s on the roof.” She rushed ahead. “In that cool gathering place up there. Have you been? If not, you should come tonight. Luna is having a thing, kind of a small dinner party, but I was thinking that—”
“Yes. Definitely. I can go.” She’d just said the magic word. Granted, it would’ve been better if Luna had invited me to her thing herself, but I wasn’t easily deterred. “What time?”
“Oh, really?” Tabitha’s voice rose. “You can go? It’s at eight.”
“Sure. Sounds good.”
I immediately felt bad. I really hoped she was just being friendly. But if not, maybe I could get Lucky to help her out.
Not like that. I wouldn’t sic my horndog best friend on a sweet, innocent woman. But he had friends who weren’t quite so openly on the make. Maybe I’d see if he could invite a couple guys to come over too, to help make up for my lack of availability.
Assuming she wanted me, because c’mon. With my sterling track record, it was likely.
“Can I bring someone? I mean, a guy. Or a few?”
“Oh.”
I hastily expanded on my question. “Not as a date. Or like a poly thing. I’m a one-woman man. At least now, since I have a new resolve.” And a healthy fear of procreation. “So, anyway, can I bring a couple friends? Attractive ones. Ones you would be happy to have at your party. Or Luna’s.”
Not that I wanted Luna to be too happy with them, for obvious reasons.
Tabitha said something I couldn’t quite make out, and I swallowed a groan. For fuck’s sake, what was my deal lately? I used to be smooth with women. Just not since I’d been breathing the air in the Forrester Apartments.
“Um, sure. A couple friends should be fine. It’s not really a party, just a small get-together.”
A call from Lucky came in. Perfect timing.
“Got it. Just a couple people.” More chances for me to get to know Luna better, though of course I’d talk to Tabitha too. She seemed like a fun person.
I quickly thanked Tabitha again for the invite and ended the call and switched to Lucky.
“Hey, free tonight?”
“Do you know how to say hello?”
“Hello. Free tonight?”
“Depends. If you need help matching your shams to your drapes, call a chick who cares.”
“How do you know the word shams?” I only knew it because Kinleigh had used it today when I’d been in the shop.
And no, I hadn’t bought any. There was a decorating point of no return, and I was certain that was it.
“I know things, okay?”
I smirked. “A woman told you, huh?”
“Possibly my last girl asked me not to rip her shams while we were…conversing. What do you have in mind for tonight?”
I explained the Tabitha situation, which made Lucky laugh hard enough to fracture something.
“You honestly think she’s into you?”
“Why is that so hard to believe?”
“She could be being polite. If she wanted to put the moves on you, why didn’t she ask if she could come up to eat your toast crap?”