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“I’d love to.”
She gives me a small smile, her eyes examining my face, and we just look at each other for a long moment. Then she clears her throat, her eyes glancing away briefly.
“Great. Nicole will be there. Feel free to invite whoever.”
My excitement dips—not that it should. This is a good thing, a friendly thing, inviting me to get beers with a group, with her other friend. Technically our other friend, if I can still call Nicole that.
“Sounds great. I’ll see if Rush wants to come. Maybe Bells.”
Gabi nods. “Awesome. See you at eight.”
She turns, walking off in the direction of the parking lot, and my eyes follow her until she disappears.
chapter twelve
Gabi
“You have to come,” I tell Nicole into the phone. “I told Bishop you would be there.”
She snorts. “Why would you tell him that?”
Because when I asked him, it felt too much like a date. Not that I’m going to tell Nicole that.
“Because I assumed you’d be able to go,” I say.
“Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m busy tonight.”
I groan. “Doing what?”
“I have a date.”
“With who?” My voice can’t hide my surprise.
“Just a guy I met at Lucky’s while you were hosting an entire art party without me.”
I roll my eyes. “I told you—it wasn’t my paint party. It was Bellamy’s.”
“Even worse! I used to work with Bellamy. We’re friends…kind of. And you know I love being a fly on the wall when it comes to the Mitchells. There were three of them there.”
Laughing, I lean back against the wall and stretch my legs out in front of me along the length of my bed. Nicole acts like the Mitchell family is the Cedar Point equivalent of the Kennedys or the Vanderbilts. Sure, they’re the town’s founding family, but they’re not royalty or anything. At least not to me.
But try telling that to Nicole. She loves to observe them, though she grew supremely unimpressed by Bishop after we broke up. After that mess, her only enjoyment when it came to him was digging for dirt, as she liked to call it.
“And I told you, literally nothing happened. We painted and then they left.”
“Yeah, but that’s because you were probably too busy mooning over Bishop to pay attention to what Bellamy and Briar were talking about.”
I shake my head, a smile on my face.
“And don’t say ‘literally nothing happened’ like it was a calm case of the Sundays. You got arrested.”
I twist my lips, thankful she can’t see me. “We didn’t get arrested.”
“You slept in a jail cell overnight, okay? Potato, potahto.”
“My neck is still sore.”
“You’re lucky you don’t have a felony.”
