Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
I blinked. “I can’t decide if I’m touched or terrified.”
“Let’s go with touched,” Lucille said, plopping down beside me. “Now, if it’s not about that that asshat, why’d you send out an SOS?” Arching her eyebrow, she nudged me in the side. “More hypothetical situations?”
Dammit.
“Hypothetical situations?” Angela questioned.
Lucille crunched on a cracker, while grinning mischievously.
I sighed. Better just to get it over with. I aimed a pointed glare at my two best friends. “Before you two start in on me, just know that I am fully aware of the fact that I have lost my mind.”
The two exchanged a worried glance, but it was Dylan who piped up first. “Well, this should be good.”
Angela shot me a warm smile. “Just know that we’re here for you no matter what.”
“Thank you, I appreciate—”
“You got laid, didn’t ya?” Lucille waggled her eyebrows at me.
My cheeks heated. “Jesus,” I mumbled. But the only thing the women in that room heard was the fact that I did not deny it.
“Holy shit,” Dylan breathed. “Who did you sleep with?”
Lucille turned her entire body toward me. “It was the hot gargoyle, wasn’t it?” At that, she popped me on the hand like I was her child who had tried to touch the hot stovetop. “You slept with the hot gargoyle and you didn’t bother to call me after? You treat me like I’m not even your best friend.”
“Hey,” Dylan objected. She swung a finger between her and Angela. “We are her best friends. But with a mouth like yours, I hereby name you the keeper of all her secrets from here on out.”
“The hot gar—” Angela’s voice trailed off as realization dawned on her. “Oh my God, you didn’t! You slept with Truett? When? Why? When?”
“You already said when,” Dylan deadpanned, her stare never wavering from me. “But seriously, Gwen. When?”
I huffed. “I didn’t say I slept with him!”
“You sure didn’t deny it, either,” Lucille mumbled.
Angela moved to the corner of the coffee table and perched in front of me. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” I confessed. “That’s why you’re here. To help me figure that out.”
I scanned their faces.
Lucille had a devious smirk.
Angela’s mouth was tipped in a deep frown, concern lining her forehead.
And then in typical Dylan fashion, she was a mixture of the two, no doubt wanting all the dirty details while also worried another man was about to break me.
“Start at the beginning,” Angela prompted.
“Don’t leave out any of the good stuff, either,” Lucille added.
I let my head fall back against the cushion and sighed heavily. “The beginning? That’s over twenty years ago. Which is exactly why I’m so confused. Let’s just start with Wednesday.”
“You had sex with Truett last Wednesday?” Dylan asked.
“No. Stop interrupting.” I scrubbed a hand over my face and quickly recapped the incident with Folly on Wednesday night and Truett’s surprise visit with the newspaper and spring rolls on Thursday. I tried to gloss over the kiss, but my best friends were having none of it.
“You kissed him? Last week? And said nothing?” Angela’s incredulous face scanned mine.
“Well, she said something,” Lucille butted in. “Just happened I was the only one who heard it.”
“Dear God, woman. Can you keep anything private?” I hissed, but it was too late.
“You told Cooter?” Dylan accused. She never could hide her hurt, but she usually did a better job of covering it with sarcasm though.
“No, she sniffed it out,” I argued.
Lucille shrugged. “Wasn’t that hard. She was talking in hypotheticals about her ex. After meeting Captain Shit Head, I’m just happy it was the hot one she chose to lock lips with.”
We all hummed in agreement.
“Okay, so you kissed him Thursday. Then what?” Dylan asked.
Angela chewed on her thumbnail as she waited for my response.
I’d known that it was going to be Twenty Questions times three, but my need for advice clouded my judgment. I’d have probably been better off confiding in the tree in the backyard, but it was too late now. “First of all, he kissed me. And it was amazing.”
Dylan mumbled from behind her wine glass, “It had to have been if you slept with him.” Her head popped up. “Wait, did you sleep with him that same night?”
“No. That happened when he came back to help me on Saturday. You guys know I hate owing anyone, but honestly, I wanted to see him again. Plus, he’s extremely handy and knows what he’s doing.”
“Apparently,” Dylan quipped.
Angela held a hand up. “So Saturday, he shows up and what? You just get naked?”
I shook my head. “Friday, when I talked to Lucille about the kiss, she asked a good question about why we’d gotten divorced in the first place. I spent the rest of the night stewing on the fact that I didn’t have an answer, so when he showed up Saturday, I was already on edge.”