“How do you figure?”
“You knew about the snowball fight before I did.”
I grin. “Yeah, but look at all the fun we had.”
“You’re right. This was a blast.”
“Literally,” I point out. “And you must appreciate how I aimed all my snowballs below your head.”
“Isn’t that the polite thing to do?”
“Not in my family. We don’t follow any rules.”
She giggles. “I feel like ‘I don’t follow rules’ could be your life motto.”
“Oh yeah?” I roll her to her back and bury my ice-cold nose between her scarf and neck.
She squeals, kicking snow at me. “Uncle, uncle!”
I raise my head, grinning down at her. Her cheeks are flushed, hair sticking out from under her hat, and I’m pretty sure my heart’s never felt this full.
CHAPTER 19
GINGER
When Nina invited Willow and me over for dinner, I knew exactly what it was about. They want details—specifically, details related to Jordan.
I shovel a heaping forkful of fried rice between my lips. If I keep my mouth full, I can’t talk.
“Sooo,” Willow says, dragging the word out. “How was yoursleepoverat Jordan’s?” She waggles her eyebrows.
“It was great, actually.”
Nina leans forward, eyes sparkling. “Anything good happen you want to share with us?”
I keep my gaze on my plate, nudging a grain of rice around with my fork. “It wasn’t a big deal.”
“Oh, it’s always a big deal when my best friend sleeps over at a man’s house. Especially when that man is Jordan Thorne,” Willow says, smirking. “The same man who’s had a revolving door of women and now suddenly wants to cook breakfast with you. You didn’t think we’d let that slide, did you?”
I groan and consider hiding under the table for the remainder of the meal. “He didn’t cook breakfast. I made muffins.”
“Of course you did.” Willow sits back in her chair, studying me. “You’re over there playing house while pretending nothing’s going on.”
“I’m not pretending anything.”
“Only because you got busted. If I didn’t have your location, we’d still be in the dark,” Willow teases.
“I probably wouldn’t have told you yet,” I admit. “Not because I don’t trust you, but because I wanted to see where it goes first. Dating someone in our friend group complicates things.”
“Let’s stick with the present—where we do know,” Nina suggests in her usual calm way. “How we found out doesn’t matter. Are you happy?”
Her question disarms me. After a few seconds, I nod. “Yeah. I am.
Willow lets out a mock gasp. “Oh my God. I knew it. You totally had sex.”
I roll my eyes. “We really didn’t.”
“You didsomething,” Willow says, pointing her fork at me. “I’ve never seen you look this glowy. It’s a post-orgasm thing.”
