I laughed. “Most definitely,” I nodded. “You just might be my soul mate.”
“You sure know how to butter a girl up,” she smiled, giving me a cheeky wink. “How about we get this part started and crack open the ice cream.”
“Ice cream and wine coolers before dinner?” I asked.
“Why the fuck not?” she demanded.
“We’re going to gain back all those calories we burned up at the gym,” I pointed out.
“That’s the whole point,” Melody said. “We both have sexy bodies, which means we work out in order to make up for the calories we’re going to consume later.”
“That makes sense.”
“Everything I say makes sense,” she agreed as she walked to her freezer and grabbed two cartons of ice cream and two spoons and walke
d back to our cozy little huddle in her tiny living room.
I opened the half-empty carton and poured on some of the wine before dunking my spoon in there. “Damn that’s good,” I sighed.
Melody shook her head at me and popped a large spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. “Men are idiots,” she said.
“Oh dear,” I said.
“What?”
“When you say something like that, it’s almost always because there’s a story that goes with it.”
“You know me so well,” she smiled. “Remember the guy I met in the grocery store?”
“Uh no.”
She looked at me with an annoyed expression. “Yes, you do.”
“I honestly don’t,” I said. “You never mentioned him to me.”
“Shamus.”
“His name is Shamus?” I asked.
“Shamus,” Melody nodded. “Dark hair, brown eyes, killer smile, and a great butt.”
“Still not ringing any bells.”
“Okay, I guess I didn’t tell you then,” Melody said, with a shrug. “So basically…I met him at the grocery store.”
“Right, got that part.”
“And we bonded in the cheese aisle,” she continued. “We ended up at my apartment, and we had just finished fucking—”
“You had sex with him?” I asked incredulously.
“Uh yeah… Why?”
“You had just met him.”
“What’s your point?”
“He was a complete stranger, and you brought him back to your apartment?”