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I bristled at his nonchalance at my confession. “And what? We slept together. I slept with my best friend.”
“You guys don’t do that already? Is this news?” Len blinked, expression slack.
“No. We’ve never slept together.”
“But don’t you both have sleepovers? Like, all the time?”
“We’ve had sleepovers since we were kids. Did you really think we were sleeping together?”
He shrugged. “I don’t pretend to get your relationship. I just assumed.”
“Well, let me assure you, other than some kisses, we’ve never done anything physical before.”
“Huh.” Len pursed his lips and nodded his head.
“Don’t ‘huh’ that. I can’t believe you thought we slept together.” My hackles up now, I couldn’t help but be a little offended. “Well, before last weekend, anyway.”
“Interesting. You know, even Millie thought you two were quietly shacking up.”
“Millie said that? Seriously?” Now I was also offended for Thea, who considered Millie one of her best friends.
“So, what’s the problem?”
My annoyance rolled off Len’s back with a shrug. “You’re terrible at this, you know that, right?” I asked, swiping my now-empty bottle of beer and standing up to get another.
“Yeah, Millie’s been pretty clear about how bad I am. Bunny says I’m doing a killer job. I even stopped by her house yesterday just to say ‘hey,’” He smiled at the confession. Bunny, his mom in every way but blood, probably thought she was having a stroke. Len wouldn’t let a minor inconvenience like living right next door to someone stop him from avoiding conversation. “Of course, I ran into Allen. Fucking Allen.”
Bunny’s bridge partner and potential boyfriend. Though the woman had been married seven times, that hadn’t deterred her from love.
“The problem is that I thought things were going in a…relationship direction.”
“They aren’t?”
I sighed. “She signed us up for speed dating.”
Len grimaced. “Shit.”
“Exactly my reaction.”
“She didn’t sign you up before you slept together, then?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. She decided that the entire reason we slept together was a lack of other options.”
Len bit back a snort and opened the oven to check the dip. “So she’s finding more options?”
I sighed. “I don’t really want to go.”
The oven door slammed closed and Len fixed his eyes on me. “You have to go.”
“I have to go?” I’d agreed to the invitation more out of resignation than actual interest, but Len’s sudden insistence caught my attention.
“Absolutely. You think it’s a good idea to send her to a singles event? Alone?”
“It’s probably a bunch of guys she already knows. What does it matter?”
Len rolled his eyes. “What if it’s not? What if she meets someone? I mean, clearly she’s trying to meet someone else and you’re going to stand aside and let her do it?”
“You’ve got a point.”
