“Bummer,” I look up from my phone to opine. “It sucks when your equipment is six inches too short.”
“No, not my equipment, and I said three—” Understanding dawns on Cody’s face, and his eyes narrow vindictively.
“I get it, Kenna. But bitter’s not a good look on you. There’s gotta be someone out there who’s more like, on your level.” He makes a face like he’s just scraped poo off his shoe, then quickly amends that to an insultingly sympathetic expression. “I guess what I’m saying is, isn’t it time you moved on already?”
For Kenna’s sake, I wish this dingleberry could see her hanging poolside with Rafe Barzilay right now.
“Guys! I gotta go. My stylist waits for no one.” Ashley emerges from the kitchen, tottering on her dated stiletto heels and clutching her rhinestone-covered phone. It matches her oversize ring. Makes me wonder what sort of guy fell in her man trap. Clearly, a rich one.
She shakes her keys and turns to smile sweetly at Cody. “So what do you think? It’s perf, right?”
“Nah. This place has bad vibes.” Cody shakes his head. “It’s not for me.”
“Really?” Ashley looks disappointed for exactly two seconds before moving on. “Okay, well never mind. There are some lofts in my building that I’d love to show you.”
* * *
I shut the door behind them and take myself back to the plaid couch. Comfortable, but hideous. Kenna’s uncles are not living up to any of the gay-uncle stereotypes in the decor department. I text Kenna.
The DNA results are back. Did you look at them yet?
No. I was waiting to hear from you. Wouldn’t it be wild if we were actually related?
It would be crazy, but who knows? We’re from the same general part of Russia. We could be distant cousins. We should open the results together, right?
Sure. Want to do it when we swap back? Monday morning?
Ok.
Although I’m tempted to look sooner.
So … Disneyland?
I change the subject. She doesn’t respond right away.
I hope it’s ok. I didn’t know what to say. I’ve never been.
It’s fine. I’m just surprised Rafe invited you. So I take it the two of you are getting along?
Actually, Naomi invited me.
Naomi?
My eyes bug out when I read this.
Well, Naomi suggested it first. And then Lee Lee.
Lee Lee?
Oh, sorry. I’ve been calling Orly that. She’s so cute, isn’t she?
Kenna texts me a picture of herself and Orly blowing bubbles.
I can totally see why Rafe is so protective.
Who took that picture?
Rafe.
