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“Look, why don’t you just go on Tinder?” Meghan suggested. “You’d find some hot guy to pile-drive your cannoli in ten seconds flat. No strings attached.”
The visual made me laugh. But it turned me on, too.
“Or I could just lend you Dante for a weekend,” she winked.
“Dante?” I gasped. “Yourex?”
“Sure, why not?” my friend grinned. “Shit, he was always going on about how cute you are. He never shut up about you.”
For a few long seconds I was torn between being shocked and flattered. Dante washot. Dante wasbig.Dante was—
“Don’t you think that’s a little… incestuous?” I asked.
Meghan crunched down on a piece of lettuce and shrugged again. “Only if you want it to be. I mean, it’s not like we’re together or anything. I’m dating Brian now.”
“Yeah, but you make up with Dante like once a year. You’ve dated him at least four or five times.”
“Probably,” she chuckled.
“And what if you actuallymarriedhim?” I pressed. “And I was a bridesmaid in the wedding party, and—”
“Maid of honor,” Meghan interjected.
“—and he became your husband,” I went on. “And then the two of you would always know that he… that he and I—”
“Swept out your chimney?”
I flushed another two shades redder. Only Meghan affected me like this.
“Well… yeah.”
“Look, that’s not gonna happen,” my friend protested. “And even if by some miracle thatdidhappen, it wouldn’t be a problem because we weren’t together at the time. Besides, you’re like a sister to me. If I’m going to share my favorite toys with anyone, it’s going to be you. You’re someone I love and respect.”
For the second time in as many minutes I didn’t know whether to be astonished or flattered. I decided to go with the latter.
“And howisyour condition, by the way?” Meghan smiled, changing the subject. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “Great, actually.”
“Good.”
“Everything’s pretty much the same, I guess. Except for the cocktail of hormones racing through my body, begging me to drag one of these handsome, hunky guys upstairs with me.”
“Why pick just one?” Meghan grinned devilishly.
“Meghan!”
She giggled. “What?”
“You’re an insatiable bitch!” I cried. “You know that?”
My friend leaned forward and stole another of my vanishing french fries from my plate.
“Oh, I’ve already been told,” she winked.
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