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“How’d you get the DILF to set you free?”
Rolling my eyes, I dropped my hands, glaring at her. “You’re obsessed.”
Glancing over, she snorted. “Can you blame me?”
Had she not been driving, I would’ve slapped her arm. Maddie’s ongoing infatuation with my father was nothing new. It’d been years, and she’d always taken any opportunity to make comments she knew would make me squirm. “Fuck off.”
She giggled. “Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” I pressed the visor closed and sat back with my arms folded.
“But seriously,” she stiffened her posture, “what’s going on with you lately?”
I raised my eyebrows. “What?”
“Okay, don’t kill me.”
“Well, that’s not how you start a sentence when you don’t want someone to kill you.”
She waved a hand, keeping her eyes on the road. “Aiden told my brother you’d been brushing him off lately.”
I scoffed. “And?”
“I mean, I know you and Aiden have been just a hookup in the past, but he really likes you and—”
“I’m going to stop you there.” I wrinkled my nose. “Aiden and I will only ever be friends. This is nothing new. Aiden sees other girls. You know I’m into older guys and Aiden is so—”
“Collegeee.” We crooned in unison, cracking up at our linked brainwave.
“Okay, I get it, but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“The way you spoke about Mr. BerNARdiii.” She sighed, pulling into a parking space in a garage downtown, then twisted to me. “Okay, I’m just going to ask.”
“Mmmkay?”
“Are you or are you not still seeing the sexy professor?”
I cackled. “Maddie, no.”
“What’s the deal then?” She reached over, resting a hand on my shoulder. “Girl, we’re like the sisters neither of us ever had, and I need to know if you’re okay.”
“And you’re a bit nosy too.”
“That too,” she mumbled, sheepishly dropping her arm.
I sat quietly for a second. I’d hidden nothing from Maddie before. She was absolutely like a sister to me, but my secret wasn’t just about me. The other person involved was too much a part of our lives for me to ever just tell his business as well. Mr. Bernardi lived in Boston and was nothing more than someone I had fun with.
She opened her door. “If there’s anything to ever tell me, you know you can.”
“I promise.” I made a cross over my heart as I stepped out of the car and closed the door. “If there’s anything to ever tell you, I will.”
Satisfied with my response, she stuck her FOB in the air, locking her car as we meandered to the elevator. “I think you’ll like where we’re going.”
“Yeah,” I furrowed my brow, “why won’t you tell me?”
The elevator doors opened, and we stepped in. She remained silent until we got to the street level, and they parted. Sirens, horns, and the smell of urine and street food filled the air. The stench almost caused me to lose my lunch.
