Lori laughed. “I really am surprised you have a PhD in psychology.”
“You’re not the only one.” I chuckled. “Okay, Sonya, you heard Lori. Blackmail your man until he kicks the pets out of the bedroom. And since the ladies are in the mood to take drastic action, maybe you should dump him and move on.”
Lori laughed again. “No! I should’ve known you’d go there. Dumping him is not necessary.”
“Fine. Sonya, you know what to do. Good luck.”
“Thanks so much, guys!” Sonya said. “I’ll give it a shot. Love you both. Oh, by the way, that video of you two kissing is smoking hot. It almost set my phone on fire.”
Lori and I stared at each other, wondering what the heck Sonya was talking about.
“What video?” we asked at the same time.
“The one on Facebook. It already has like a hundred thousand views. I shared it, too. Don’t be surprised if it goes viral!”
I waved my finger at the microphone. “You’re mistaken because we didn’t post any videos.”
“Oh, it’s you all right, and you were tagged. That’s the ballroom dancing place in La Jolla, right?”
That was obviously the video Dan mentioned.
I blinked.
Lori blinked.
We had dead air.
“Hello?” Sonya said.
“Uh . . . yeah, we did go dancing, but . . .” I was finally able to say. “There was no video that we’re aware of. We certainly didn’t post anything.”
“Oh, there’s definitely a video. Let me see who posted it.”
Lori looked like she was going to be sick.
I went to Facebook and searched for the video. It wouldn’t be too difficult to track it down since Sonya said the person who posted it tagged us both.
“Okay, yeah,” Sonya said. “It was posted by someone named Joyce.”
“No!” Lori yelled into the microphone, almost busting my eardrum. “Seriously?”
“For sure. She said it was her granddaughter kissing the stuffing out of her new lover.”
Lori covered her face with her hand. “Grandma Joyce, I know you’re listening right now. You’d better double bolt your front door. This is not going to end well for you.”
I laughed after finding the video and playing it. “Wow, great video, and you really are kissing the stuffing out of me.”
“It takes two to tango, mister, remember?” She glared at me and held up her fist.
I chuckled and held up my hands in defense. “Can I just say that your grandma is an amazing videographer?”
“No, you may not. Let’s take another caller, please.”
“Fine, fine. Thanks for calling, Sonya.” I disconnected the call and pressed line three. “Kristan is calling from Old Town. Welcome to the program.”
“Hey! Sonya is right—that video is the bomb!”
Lori sighed. “Do you have a question?”
