“Uh-oh. What happened?”
“Lacy Pachellie’s wedding reception and three bottles of champagne happened.” She grimaces.
“Please tell me you did not sleep with Alec Kade...” I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. I don’t mean to find humor in her obvious discomfort, but I can’t help it. I know Alec is good-looking and all, but he’s...Alec. Penn’s little brother.
Though even as I think it, I have to remind myself that just the other day, I myself was thinking about how good-looking he’s become. Not that he wasn’t always a cute kid, but that’s just it; he was a kid. And he most certainly is not anymore.
“I wish I could.”
“Josie! And I’m just now finding out about it?!”
“Maybe if you’d answer your phone every now and again,” she fires at me.
“Fair. But Alec Kade? Really, Jos?”
“I know. I know. Biggest mistake ever.”
“Was it? A mistake, I mean?”
“Very much so.”
“But I mean, he is pretty hot.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“And you’re hot.” Which is so true. Josie has always been one of the prettiest people I’ve ever seen and remains so to this day. “Now that I think of it, you two would make quite the couple.”
“I’m going to stop you right there. I will not ever, and I do mean ever, date a man like Alec Kade. Even if maybe I once thought it could be in the cards for us, he ruined that when he screwed Eliza Turner less than twenty-four hours after I left his bed.”
“He didn’t?” I blanch.
“Oh, he did. I don’t know if you’ve learned this little tidbit about grownup Alec, but he’s a major whore. And I mean, screws anything that moves.”
“I’m sorry, Jos.”
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
“Okay, so don’t hate me, but I have to ask...”
“He was fantastic. Like best sex of my life.” She doesn’t even let me ask the question before answering. “Which I guess makes sense, given all the practice he’s had.”
I laugh. I can’t help it.
Alec and Josie. I just can’t wrap my head around it.
“I’m so glad you can find so much humor in my messed-up life.”
“I’m sorry.” Laughter still vibrates my words. “Honestly, it’s just nice to focus on someone else’s problems for once instead of drowning in my own.”
“I get it. And while I’m pissed you didn’t tell me you were home, I’m also really glad that you are. Maybe now Wren Cove will get a little interesting.”
“I don’t know, sounds like you’ve kept things interesting all on your own.” I can’t help but say.
“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
“Never.” I grin.
“Well, if you’re going to rub my nose in my own poop, the least you can do is buy me a burger.” She leans back in the booth, crossing her arms in front of her slender frame.
