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“I’d really love to experience it with my best friend, I’m just saying,” she says through another mouthful of food.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs that her best friend has to survive first. That leaving my steady income job wasn’t exactly my first choice, but I did what I had to and now she needs to let me get comfortable in my new role. But that’s not Evie. The girl was born wild. I love that about her. Hell, I would never have pulled my head out of my book if it wasn’t for her.
“I’ll think about it.”
She blows out a breath. “Okay. You know I’m being as gentle as I can.”
I giggle. “I do.”
“We could find ourselves some sugar daddies,” she jokes, because neither of us wants this conversation to go downhill.
I play her game. “They’d take us on shopping sprees and fly us on their personal jets.”
“They’d have to be best friends so we could have mansions next to one another. I’ll be the best aunt to your kids—buy them a pony just because I can.”
I smile, a genuine one, while reminiscing about how when we were in college, we insisted we’d live within a stone’s throw of each other because not being in one another’s life every day was too painful to think about. “You’d probably be screwing the pool guy.”
She laughs so hard. “Shit!” The phone drops. A minute later, she picks it back up. “Sorry, I spit out my soda.”
“I’ll let you go.”
“Call me later.”
We hang up and I click on a few rental properties, but I don’t like the idea of Evie staying with people she doesn’t know. But even if I considered it, we still couldn’t afford what we’d want.
Not that I’m even considering it.
“Max?” I call, and she swivels her chair around. “Do you want to do the Hamptons this summer? Evie wants to rent a place. Or do you know anyone who needs another roommate?” At least if Max knows someone, it’d be safer for Evie.
Her wrinkled forehead tells me I don’t have to wait for what comes out of her mouth. “My friends aren’t really into the Hamptons scene.”
I nod because I kind of figured as much. I met Max in my early twenties when she worked at the front desk of the real estate broker’s office. We formed a friendship and when I left to start my own business, she agreed to follow.
“And you can’t go why?”
I blow out a breath and look around the office.
She raises her eyebrows. “Jess and Brent can handle things on the weekends.”
I bury my head in the computer, looking at the beach and the ocean, the peacefulness pouring out of the pictures as though they’re begging me to change my mind. These people are good at selling the Hamptons’ summer experience.
“And you could use a little time away.” Max is leaning on the doorframe now. “You should go with Evie. Best friend bonding time.”
I glance at the clock, wanting out of the pressure of another person telling me what I need. I’ve had enough of that over the past year to last a lifetime.
“Shit. The meet-and-greet thing. Are you coming?” I ask, grabbing my jacket and purse.
“Nah, you’re better with the clients than me anyway.” She sits at her desk.
“Come on. You could use a little fun too.”
“Believe me, I got laid five times last week. I get out plenty. It’s your vag I’m worried about.” Her eyes divert to my lower half.
“Five different men?” I ask, shocked but not judging.
She laughs and covers her mouth. “Could you imagine? I wish, but I do have to say the guy last week was like five different men. I swear he fucked different every day of the week.”
“Do I even want to know?”
