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Me: Happy to hear.
Blair: I’m getting ready to leave the grocery store. Mind if I stop by?
Me: Of course not. I’m here.
Blair: On my way
I glance around my living room and pick up what little clutter is lying around, and by the time I hear Blair’s SUV pull into the driveway, I’m already outside with two glasses of strawberry lemonade.
She smiles as soon as she spots me. “Is that what I think it is?”
“It is. I just made it earlier this afternoon,” I tell her, handing over a glass as soon as she joins me on the small porch.
My best friend takes a hearty drink of the cold, pink liquid. “This stuff is heaven. I’ve tried to make it at home with Gabe, but it never turns out just like yours.”
I grin. “It’s the love I stir into it,” I quip, knowing she’s unsuccessfully tried to duplicate the recipe, but never gets it just right.
Blair snorts.
“Wanna come inside or head out back to sit at the patio table?”
“Out back is fine. I don’t have too much time, but it’s too nice of an afternoon to not be outside and enjoy it.”
We move through my condo to the kitchen and out the back door where my patio furniture is located. “Not that you’re not able to stop by whenever you want, but what brings you by?”
She meets my gaze across the table. “I wanted to check on you. You had quite a bit to drink last night. I figured you’d be pretty hungover today.”
“This morning was a little rough. I didn’t go over to TD and Ellie’s to help clean up,” I state, still feeling bad for that, but Gabe assured me they would have plenty of help.
“He mentioned he had to run you home to get your spare key and back to get your Cherokee, and that you were feeling crummy.”
“Yeah, I was pretty queasy at that point still,” I tell her, taking a sip of my lemonade. “Then I went for a walk to get a little fresh air and have felt much better since.”
“And you spent the night with Logan.”
Not a question. My brother clearly told Blair about the fact I couldn’t get into my place and had to crash at Logan’s. I just don’t think she realizes exactly how accurate her statement was. “Yep,” I reply, popping the P.
“Wow, and you two didn’t even kill each other.”
He killed me with orgasms.
Does that count?
I clear my throat and push that thought from my head. “We were both pretty exhausted,” I say, sticking to the truth.
“Yeah, but how awkward was that? I mean, you two don’t always get along and there you were stuck sleeping at his house. Gabe said he was a gentleman and gave you the bed.”
Okay, so clearly my brother talked to Logan. Apparently, he left out the part about him sharing said bed with me, to which I am very grateful. The last thing I want is the man I slept with last night to be discussing anything about our night together with my brother.
“What was that look?”
I blink, meeting her curious eyes. “What look?” I ask.
“The look of guilt. What aren’t you telling me?”
I swallow over the sudden lump in my throat. “Nothing,” I insist, hoping I sound way more casual than I feel. I’m sure I fail.
Her eyes narrow, the wheels inside her beautiful head starting to spin. She’s trying to work something out, and all I can do is pray she doesn’t succeed.
