“Nice and easy,” Addie said. “Relax your shoulders and?—”
I grabbed two fistfuls of fabric and tugged, bending at the waist as I did. There was a ferocious sounding rip and suddenly I was free.
“I’m out!” I shouted gleefully, dropping the dress unceremoniously onto the bed.
“What was that sound, Lior.”
“Um…” I glanced at the pile of fabric and wrinkled my nose. “I might’ve ripped the dress.”
“Please tell me it wasn’t a nice dress.”
“I mean… it wasn’t a not nice dress.”
“And the label on that dress?”
I winced and stared down at the pretty label staring back at me.
“It may or may not start with a C.”
“Jesus. Did you just tear a Chanel?”
“It was from Costco.”
She snorted and I grinned and collapsed on my bed.
“You’re an abomination to the fashion world, Lior Flynn. Now, are the curtains open and tell me about your date with Graham Forrester.”
I spun around, having forgot about the curtains, and was relieved to see they were closed.
“Curtains are closed and it wasn’t a date,” I reported. “We found ourselves at the same bar and sat together.”
“And?”
“And… it was fun.”
“And?”
“He’s nice.”
Addie was quiet.
“Ads?” I said, checking to make sure the connection was still good.
“Did you just call me to simply tell me that Graham Forrester is fun and nice?”
“I did.”
“Not that you made out or touched his red rocket or fell in love?”
“Addie!”
“What?”
I could hear her trying to muffle her laughter.
“I really hope you don’t call it that to the men you date,” I said.
“I absolutely do.”
