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“So you have a picture?”
Shit. I would’ve said I forgot my phone, but I was texting her on the way here so that wouldn’t work. “No,” I lied. “I deleted the app.”
“You deleted Tinder?”
I shrugged.
“I thought swiping was your favorite extracurricular?”
“I’m not sure you’re in a position to mock me when you’ve been staying in to shop for sperm donors.”
“It’s not a decision I take lightly,” she said, like she saw absolutely nothing odd about her latest hobby. “Anyway, must be pretty serious with this guy if you’re not seeing anyone else.”
“Maybe. It’s too soon to say. I like him, but I’m really busy with work lately.”
“Gee, what’s that like?” she asked, hypothetically no doubt, since she was the family workaholic. “What’s he do?”
“Accounting or something,” I said, since it was the first thing that came to mind that was unlikely to invite follow-up questions.
“Ooh, a big boy job. Wasn’t expecting that from Hickey the Hickmeister.”
My face hardened. “You don’t have to be patronizing just because something good happened to me.”
“I don’t mean to be. I’m genuinely happy for you. I’m just jealous.”
I turned an ear towards her. “Well, that’s a first.”
“Oh, don’t look so surprised. You’re young and beautiful and you have a hickey and so much time to figure things out. It’s only natural that I feel a bit of envy for your situation.”
I couldn’t help but let my shock turn to laughter. “Wow. This day was already off to a good start, but hearing you say you’re jealous of me for the first time ever—over a hickey no less—is the cherry on top I never saw coming.”
“Yuck it up,” she said, amused by my gloating. “Lord knows there might come a time when the last thing you’re interested in is a neck-defacing hickey.
Not if it comes from Quinn Draper, I thought. I can’t imagine ever not wanting a hickey from him.
