“I said I would consider it,” she said.
Taylor held up both hands. “Secret safe.”
Liv nodded fast. “Vault.”
Wren drew an X over her chest. “Locked.”
Billie sipped her drink. “Also, I just met him and Max in the lobby.”
At Max’s name, Liv’s cheeks went pink. Not a little pink. Noticeably pink.
I narrowed my eyes. “Liv?”
“What?” She tried for innocent, but I knew that look.
Taylor leaned in. “Why are you blushing, Liv?”
“I’m not,” she said.
Wren smiled. “You are.”
Liv grabbed her drink. “It’s warm in here.”
“It’s aggressively air-conditioned,” Billie noted.
I stared at her. “Liv Karlsson.”
She groaned. “It’s nothing.”
“Nothing has never made someone blush like that,” Taylor said.
Liv looked down at her glass. “Max is just… Max.”
“That explains nothing,” I said since Max was more like a brother to me than a cousin.
“It explains everything,” Wren replied.
Billie grinned. “He is very pretty.”
Liv’s eyes lifted. “Right?”
The whole table erupted. Liv covered her face. “I hate you guys.”
“No, you don’t,” I said, bumping her shoulder. “Welcome to the bad decisions table.”
“I’m making no decisions,” she said like a promise.
“Yet,” Taylor said.
We ordered another round after that because the first drink had made us honest and the second was apparently going to make us reckless. By the time round three came, Billie Rose had taken over the conversation with a story about hooking up with a male nurse from another unit.
“He had the most beautiful arms,” she said, stirring her drink with the tiny gold cocktail pick.
Wren laughed. “That’s what got you?”
“I’ve got you, baby, he said, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of my scrubs and into my panties.Damn, you’re soaked.
“Billie,” I said, laughing.
