“Nothing. He’s not interested. Two dates, a few kisses, nothing else.”
Ember and I moan at the same time then burst into giggles. “Is he a good kisser? I bet he is. Those full lips scream ‘world-class kisser’,” I say and watch my best friend turn an unusual shade of red.
She chews on her bottom lip and finally nods rapidly. “He’s definitely the best kisser I’ve ever come across. That’s why I’m so disappointed. What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you. Maybe he’s taking things slow.”
“I have to agree with Presley that there’s nothing wrong with you, but it is highly unusual for this crew of guys to go slow. Look at Finn. He’s about to buy a house for Presley,” Ember adds.
“He may be buying a house,” I correct her, “but it’s not for me, it’s for him.”
“Ummhmm, you keep telling yourself that. But for now, we need to focus on Reese and strategize how to get Tripp’s head out of his ass.”
We chat for a few minutes, Reese and I going through one bottle of wine and opening another as Ember happily eats her ice cream. Finally, we have the perfect plan in place when my phone rings with Finn’s tone.
“Hey,” I accidentally slur a bit.
“Babe, please tell me Ember’s with you.”
I glance at Ember, who rolls her eyes and huffs. Reese starts giggling so hard she snorts loudly.
“Umm, maybe?”
“Thank Christ. Robbie’s about to blow a gasket.”
“We’re having a girls’ afternoon.”
“She didn’t think to let her maniacal husband know? And what the hell happened to kickboxing? You sound drunk.”
“I may be a bit tipsy. We couldn’t do kickboxing. Ember’s banned because it’s too dangerous, which is ridiculous!”
“Hell no, it’s not. I’m surprised it’s lasted this long. I’ll do the same thing when you’re pregnant. But that’s their business. We’re on our way. Her whole crew
is losing their mind.”
“Wait! We’re fine. Honestly, she needed some girl time. I swear, we’re taking care of her.” I shove his comment about me being pregnant in the back of my mind for another conversation.
“Who’s we?”
“Reese and me.”
“That explains it. Reese was her getaway driver. We should have guessed.”
“Oops.” I gave away her secret.
“I’ll try to keep Robbie here for another half hour, but no promises.”
“That won’t be enough time to plan Reese’s date!” I protest and immediately realize my mistake.
“Come again?” Finn rumbles.
“Nothing, forget I said anything.”
“Reese has a date?”
“Well, I mean, umm, she, umm…”
“Presley, spit it out. Either she does or she doesn’t.”