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Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her nod.
“What if I rather have your normal behavior? I don’t want you to treat me differently, Mal.”
I thought about how to respond
. Things were different, she was different, so it was inevitable that how I treated her would change. “I get that, but you can’t expect me not to take a different approach.”
“Mal—”
“Let me finish. You’re not just Macy’s friend any more, Ginger. You’re my girlfriend. I now can act on all those dirty things that run through my head about you. Mostly.”
“Why ‘mostly?’”
I looked over and smiled. “Not sure on your flexibility yet.”
Her face filled with color as she quickly turned to look out the window. After a few minutes, she turned back to me. “Is that the only reason?”
Reaching over, I held her hand. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I also didn’t want to get into a heavy conversation right now. Tonight was about having fun and getting to know each other again. “Ginger, if you want to talk about this right now, we can. My vote, however, would be to wait. I want us to have a good time tonight, and if we head down this path, you could get upset.”
She bit down on her lip, dropping her gaze to our joined hands and nodded. “Okay. I don’t want to ruin tonight.”
I gave her hand a light squeeze. “Don’t say stuff like that. You aren’t ruining anything. Got that?”
She smiled and nodded again.
The rest of the car ride we talked about safer topics, other than when she informed me Macy had picked up on the fact we’d slept together. That didn’t bother me nearly as much as finding out that Ginger had told Macy about her panic attacks. Or rather the reason why she’d told Macy. Ginger had kept her attacks a guarded secret for so long, so I wasn’t entirely comfortable with her sharing that information as a way to get my sister off my back.
However, it was Ginger’s secret to tell, to whomever, and whenever she saw fit. Voicing my thoughts otherwise served no purpose, therefore I kept my feelings to myself.
I pulled up to the valet station when we arrived at Last Laugh. I unclipped the car keys from the rest on the ring and handed them to the young guy who had opened Ginger’s door.
I held my hand out for her. “Let’s go have some fun.”
The hostess led us over to one of the high back, curved booths. “Watch your step,” she warned, pointing to the raised platform it sat on. “Enjoy your evening.”
“This place is really cool,” Ginger commented, picking up her menu. “How did you find out about it?”
“Google.”
She laughed. “Where would we be without Google?”
Our waitress returned to take our orders and drop off two glasses of water. Ginger ordered a glass of Prosecco, and I mentally hoped it’d be the only one she asked for tonight.
“So, what time do the acts start?”
I glanced at my watch. “Around eight.”
Her phone went off. “Crap. I forgot to put it on vibrate. Glad it wasn’t in the middle of someone’s act.”
I pulled my own out to make sure the ringer was off.
“Macy,” she said after pulling it from her purse. She smiled as she read the text.
“What does she want?”
“To know where you took me.”
Ginger started to respond, but I grabbed the phone out of her hand.
