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“Great.”
He glances at me, then he’s out the door.
The silence that remains is deafening. The seconds tick by into almost a full minute, which might as well be an hour.
“Callie—”
“We need drinks, right?”
I don’t even care that it’s well before noon. “We absolutely need drinks.”
* * *
“You still thinkI’m mad, don’t you.”
I feel my face burn hotly as I peek at Callie over the rim of my margarita. “No…”
She snorts. “Yes, you do. I can tell. Well…” She lifts a shoulder, her face as flushed as mine from the breakfast alcohol. “I’m not.”
“Callie…”
“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” she giggles, sloshing her drink a little. “Seeing your bare ass wearing my brother’s shirt and with sex-hair wasn’texactlythe ideal way to find out.”
I groan, hiding my face again as she cracks up.
“But cheer up, it could have been worse.”
“I doubt that.”
“No?” She grins. “Think of it this way: I coulda walked in ten minutes earlier.”
My face turns even redder, and she groans, shaking her head.
“Ack, ugh,actually, gimme a sec, just gotta scrub that visual from my head.”
I make a face, draining the last of my glass. Hers is pretty empty, too. We went out earlier, with Christian in tow, and picked up limes, Cointreau and tequila, because literally the only way either of us was going to be able to have a conversation about the fact that I’m obviously sleeping with Deimos was through the magic of margaritas on an empty stomach at ten in the morning.
I mean,obviously.
“You want another?” I slur a little.
Callie snickers. “I mean, I’m only on my third cocktail while we talk about you banging my brother. Is that even a question?”
I roll my eyes, groaning as I stand a little unsteadily from where I’ve been sprawled in a deck chair on Deimos’ outdoor patio. Callie follows me inside, finishes her drink, and leans against the counter as I refill the blender.
“I’m starving. Wanna order something?”
“Carbs.”
She moans happily. “Oh,fuckyeah. Okay, I’m ordering pizza.” She taps away on her phone and then puts it down, eyeing me curiously.
“What?”
“How long has it been going on?” she prods, grinning at me.
I blow air through my lips, pushing the blender button to buy me some more time. When it’s finished doing its thing, I sigh.
“I wanted to tell you.”
