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I slump in my chair.
We both look over at the couple. And I pretend not to notice when the Kerissa girl slaps Benny’s ass as he starts to walk our way.
When he reaches our table, the tips of his ears are bright red. “She’s great, isn’t she?”
“Uh-huh,” I say as Meghan gives a much more enthusiastic “Very.”
We all look over to watch the tall woman. At the door, she turns and blows a kiss to Benny, then she steps outside.
“You guys have cats?” I ask.
Benny beams. “Yeah, we found a pair of abandoned kittens on our second date and rescued them. We tried trading off who got them, but after a few weeks, we decided to just”—he lifts a shoulder—“live together.”
“You moved in together after a few weeks?” I ask with my brows raised.
Benny sets my drink down on the table, then moves his hands to his hips. “And you randomly got married but apparently hate the sight of the football team your in-laws own. So which one of us is making worse decisions?”
“Day-yum!” Meghan laughs as Benny backs away.
He has a point, but I still narrow my eyes at him.
“I’ll take it all back if you can hook me up with a pair of Biters tickets,” Benny says, still backing up. “Kerissa is a huge fan.”
I keep my eyes narrowed as he spins around and hurries behind the counter.
My attention moves down to the drink before me.
I pry the lid off, the pale brown color nothing like the plain black coffee I usually drink.
Bending forward, I sniff it and crinkle my nose. “What the fuck is that smell?”
Meghan pulls the cup closer to her and sniffs. “That’s pumpkin spice.”
I pull a face. “Fucking why?”
“No reason necessary.” Meghan sets the cup in front of me. “You’re a PSL girl now.”
Carefully, I lift the full cup and take a sip, expecting to hate it.
I take a second sip.
And a third.
And then I stare at the wall across from me.
“Welcome to the spicy side of life.” Meghan holds her arms out.
“This is really fucking good.” I take another sip.
“Well, duh. Millions of people don’t flock to them because they’re gross.”
“Touché.” I settle back in my chair, accepting that I’m going to consume this whole drink in the next five minutes, decaf or triple shot be damned.
“Can I ask you something?” Meg breaks the silence after a moment.
“Go ahead,” I exhale.
“Do you like her?”
