Crazy for Love
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“And?” She made a hurry-up gesture.
“And what?”
Jenn grabbed an empty water bottle and aimed it threateningly at Chloe’s stomach. “Don’t hold out on me. You’re the only link I have to the world of real sex. Is he as delicious as he looks?”
Chloe sauntered over to the couch and dropped into it. “Elliott is pretty delicious-looking, too. Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
“Don’t tease me,” she groaned. “You know I can’t.”
“Why?”
“He’s a serious guy, Chloe. I’m sure he dates serious women. And I’m…not.”
Chloe twisted around to glare at her friend. “You’re an accountant. It doesn’t get much more serious than that.”
“You know what I mean.” She waved a dismissive hand.
Chloe would never understand this about Jenn. She was beautiful and smart and funny…and she had no self-confidence whatsoever when it came to men. “He was seriously interested in your body.”
Jenn dropped onto the couch beside Chloe. “You think I should?”
“Should what? Get it on with Elliott Sullivan? Yes! Are you thinking about it?”
“I don’t know.” Jenn began to nibble on her thumbnail, a sure sign of nervousness. She was definitely thinking about getting it on with Elliott.
Chloe let her think for a good long while before she interrupted. “So my mom?”
Jenn’s nose wrinkled. “Your cousin did another interview.”
“Crap.”
“It’s going to air tomorrow, but your mom watched it online tonight.”
Chloe picked up her cell phone and looked at the bars. Two bars tonight. Just her luck.
“Hi, Chloe,” her mom said before the first ring had finished. Her voice was heavy with sympathy.
“Hey, Mom. So Tiffany is talking to the press again.”
“I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what’s wrong with that girl.”
Chloe rubbed her eyes. “She’s nineteen and she likes to be on TV. And she’s a selfish brat. How bad is it?”
Her mom’s deep sigh didn’t promise anything good. “She says you wouldn’t let her be a bridesmaid because she was too short.”
“That’s ridiculous! She’s only two inches shorter than me!”
“Tiffany claims you wanted the bridesmaids to ascend evenly from your maid of honor to your tallest friend.”
“Tiffany used the word ascend?”
She was glad to hear her mom laugh. “No, she described a stair-step pattern. And then she claimed you tried on over a hundred dresses before making a choice. And that you threw a bouquet at the florist when she made a mistake.”
“As if she’d know. I’ve hardly talked to Tiffany in the past six months. But I’m sure as hell going to talk to her now.”
“Honey, if you do that, she’ll—”
“I know, Mom.” Chloe sighed. “She’d tell the press I was abusive and insane. I get it.”