“Did you pack bricks?” Madeline asked, handing Abby a beer. “Sorry, it’s a little warm. I thought you’d be here sooner.” The bottle had heavy condensation running down the side. “I could get you a different one.”
“This is fine.” Abby took the already opened beer and took a drink. Lukewarm, but she’d deal with it.
“Tell me all about it.” Madeline rocked faster in the rocking chair she’d claimed as hers when Abby bought the pair. Abby gauged Madeline’s excitement by how much the chair creaked. The groans coming from the chair indicated Madeline was giddy.
“Can I sit down first?”
Madeline waved toward the opposite chair. “Did you really think I’d wait until tomorrow? You barely texted me this weekend.”
It was true. During most weekends, they exchanged multiple texts, but she wouldn’t be one of those people on their phones the whole time she was out with others.
Abby dropped into the rocking chair. “I was kind of busy.”
“Woo-hoo! Tell me everything.”
“Not like that!” Abby pushed her feet against the floor, setting the chair in motion.
“But you just said you weregettingbusy.” Madeline’s chair creaked more.
“I said no such thing.” Abby glared at Madeline. “I said I was busy. Big difference.”
“So you didn’t get busy?” Madeline let out a dejected sigh. “Your negligee didn’t work.”
Abby hesitated. Should she admit she’d never put it on? “I was only there for two nights.”
“What? Do you need three or four to work the outfit?”
“Fine. I never wore it.” Abby rocked faster, waiting for Madeline’s reaction.
“What? Why not?”
“We decided to take it slow.”
“How slow?”
Ugh.Must they have this conversation? Yes, because Madeline would never drop it.
“We kissed.” Abby had no intention of telling Madeline the kiss had left her hot and wanting more, or Madeline would analyze it to death.
“And?” Madeline elongated the word, punctuating her question.
“And it was nice.”
“Nice. Seriously? Nice is all you’ve got? You spent two days—and two nights in bed—with that fine specimen, and all you have to say is it was nice?” Madeline slapped her hand on the table between them, causing Abby to jump. “Oh, my god. She was filtered. Is she hideous?”
“No! She’s unfiltered, don’t you pay attention to her videos? She’s as cute in person—maybe more so.”
Madeline narrowed her eyes and then laughed. “Oh, I get it. You’re being coy. I saw the post.”
“What post?” Abby assumed it was the one with them in bed, but she didn’t plan on saying anything in case Madeline missed it.
“The one with your sex-tossed hair.”
“It wasn’t sex-tossed hair. We’d just gotten back from dinner and—”
“I guess they don’t call it the Windy City for nothing.” Madeline laughed at her own joke.
Abby didn’t. “We weren’t in the city. And my hair was messy because we were talking about how much Blythe liked it down. To be silly, I messed it up and asked if she still liked it.”
