Abby gave Ricki an appreciative smile. “Maybe we all miss the things we didn’t do.”
“Not me.” Blythe pounded her fist against her chest. “I lived large and did whatever I wanted.”
“Right.” Ricki rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “You should have been in the drama club.”
Blythe sat up straighter and wiggled her shoulders. “I would have been a natural.”
“A natural ham,” Ricki said.
Before Blythe could offer a retort, the harried waiter arrived with dessert menus in his hand. “I’m so sorry for the delay.” He handed a menu to each of them. “I had a minor issue with another table, but I’ll wait while you check out the desserts, or if you’d like, I can give you a moment.”
After they declined dessert and asked for the check, Blythe asked, “Do you mind if I check how our post is doing?”
Though Abby minded a little since they’d been having such a fun time, it wasn’t fair to Blythe, considering she’d done so well at dinner. “Go ahead.”
“Holy fuck,” Blythe said, loud enough for nearby patrons to turn and look. Blythe held up her hand and gave them a sheepish smile. “Uh, sorry,” she muttered.
Blythe leaned in, holding her phone out so Abby and Ricki could both see it. “Looks like your hair down is a hit. Over seventy-five thousand likes already. Jesus, there’s hundreds of comments.” Blythe burst out laughing.
“What?” Abby leaned forward, worrying that a hater had said something about her hair.
“HeartstopHerlovesyour hair.”
“Gilly,” Ricki added. “Her name is Gilly.”
“Yeah, Gilly’s a friend of mine. She hates Dumb and Dykonic as much as I do.”
Abby grinned at the nickname Blythe assigned to her nemesis. Thankfully, Abby hadn’t made any enemies. If she did, she’d probably give up social media. Though Blythe seemed to thrive on the not-so-friendly competition.
Blythe scrolled further. “Uh-oh, here’s someone who doesn’t like it.”
“Doesn’t like my hair?” Without thinking, Abby reached up and pushed the hair off her shoulder. When she realized what she’d done, she dropped her hand to her side. Why should she care what strangers thought?
“Not just your hair, but you.” Blythe turned the screen toward Abby. “Says you’re a brainless Barbie.”
Abby scowled at the phone. “She’s insulting my intelligence based on what?”
“That you’re hot and she isn’t.” Blythe tapped on the woman’s picture, and her profile popped up. “See. Unfortunate-looking.”
Abby squirmed in her chair. She wasn’t one to make comments on someone else’s appearance, even though the woman’s attack on her was without merit.
“Abby isn’t interested in rolling around in the gutter with the kooks you associate with.” Ricki made eye contact with Abby. “Just tell her no if you don’t want to hear it.”
“Hey, no worries if you aren’t interested.” Blythe held her hands up in surrender, but Abby noted the disappointment in her eyes.
“How about you not tell me the negative ones? I don’t think I’m ready for those.”
A smile broke out across Blythe’s face. “It’s a deal.”
CHAPTER 18
Abby stared at herreflection in the bathroom mirror. For as long as she’d lingered, Blythe would wonder what she was doing. It had been a mistake to take her bag into the bathroom, which gave her a choice of bedtime attire.
The sexy lingerie Madeline talked her into buying lay tucked in the bottom of the bag, while she held her shorts and T-shirt in her hands. What would happen if she found her bravery and slipped into the negligee?
Other than a couple of brief kisses, Blythe hadn’t pushed, so wouldn’t her sexy outfit be too much, or was it what Blythe expected? Last night, they’d both been tired, but tonight was different. While they’d stopped at a bar after they finished dinner, Ricki had excused herself as soon as they’d returned to the house. Wasn’t that an indication Blythe and Ricki had worked out her disappearance beforehand?
“Ugh,” Abby said to her own reflection. “Stop overthinking everything.”
