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“I guess he’s just not my type.”
“Fuck that, he’s everyone’s type.”
“What I mean is he reminds me of some of my exes. His career comes first—anything else is a distraction to him. Being with a guy who’s so singularly focused on his job isn’t an issue for a girl if, like Drey, she doesn’t do more than ‘casual.’ But I’m the opposite.” Harri’s tongue flicked out to collect the crumb sticking to the corner of her mouth. “Not that I don’t still think he’s sex on a stick, I just don’t feel at all inclined to act on it.”
“It’s for the best,” Alicia told her sagely, clearly pleased that our sister would remain single.
Harri narrowed her eyes at her. “Jag looks hot today, don’t you think?”
Alicia’s lips pressed together. She flipped Harri the finger and then switched her attention to me. “How are things going with you, Addie? I haven’t seen you in, like, a week. You seem … I don’t know … more positive.”
I slurped some of my soda through the straw. “Things are just better all-round. I’ve got potential clients coming out of my ears. Plus, Felicity and her crew have stayed out of my way.”
There had also been no further contact or trouble from Mimi either. Knowing Dax wouldn’t want his situation with her to be shared with others, I hadn’t told anyone about it—not even my sisters, though I knew they’d keep it to themselves.
I returned my soda to the cupholder. My fingers a little slippery from the condensation on my cup, I wiped them on my jeans. “Also, me and Dax are more settled now.” Aspects of our budding friendship still felt forced at times—as he’d pointed out, it wasn’t instinctive for him to befriend people—but we were sticking with it.
“You do seem to have more of an ease with each other than you did before,” mused Alicia.
“We kind of …” I trailed off as a tickle built in my nose. I slapped a hand over my face right before the sneeze burst out of me. “Damn.”
Harri eyed me as she held out a napkin. “That’s, like, the third time you’ve sneezed in the past two hours. I think you might be coming down with something.”
I took the napkin and dabbed at my nose. “Nu-uh, I’m not sick.”
Alicia exhaled heavily. “You say it as if it would make you weak if you were. Everyone gets sick sometimes. Ew, don’t drop the germ-ridden napkin into your popcorn.”
“I’m done eating it.”
“Iwasn’t.”
Demolishing the last of her hot dog, Harri looked at Alicia. “Why didn’t you just buy your own?”
“I didn’t feel like it.” Alicia retrieved her water bottle from the cupholder and unscrewed the cap. “I wasn’t hungry anyway.”
Harri’s brows inched up. “Is that why you ate half my mini doughnuts an hour ago?”
“I was being helpful. You could never have eaten all of them by yourself.”
“Helpful? Really?”
Alicia drank some water. “Really.”
“Did Jag tell you that?”
Alicia’s eyes flared. “Stop bringing him up every time I annoy you.” She placed the cap back on her bottle and then plonked it in the cupholder. “You know he and I have barely spoken.”
I shifted slightly on the plastic seat, grateful it was cushioned unlike those in the tiered rows—having a numb butt was no fun. “Speaking of Jag, I met his girlfriend. She glared at me like I’d tossed shit in her salad.”
Her forehead creasing, Harri swiped at her mouth with a napkin. “Yeah, she did that to me, too.”
I felt my brows snap together. “What? When?”
“When I bumped into her and Jag at a grocery store,” Harri replied.
“What a whore,” snarked Alicia, her protective instincts clearly all stirred up. “Did you slap her?”
“No, I mentioned it to Drey and asked what her issue was,” Harri explained. “He said not to take it personally; that Leonie doesn’t like people who she terms ‘trust fund babies.’”
