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Now I’ve gone from loads of friends to exactly one.
And I don’t have sex.
And I lost my virginity in a gang rape.
Trying to be “normal” isn’t really working so well for me.
So far.
“Lindsay, we don’t have to talk about sex.”
“I need another one of these,” I say, holding my drink glass by the stem and wiggling it. The cocktail server happens to look over and see me. She nods.
Jane smiles. Her eyes are so kind. “You’ve really been through so much, haven’t you?”
I lean back against the booth and sigh. “Yeah.”
“And now, with your father’s new campaign.”
“Right. Big meeting tomorrow morning about that,” I add, pretending to use my father’s serious, deep voice. “Gotta rally the family around Senator Harwell Bosworth so we can make America strong!”
Jane giggles. “And my poor mom will be working one hundred and twenty hour weeks.”
“As opposed to her hundred and ten hour weeks she already works?”
We share a weary smile. The server brings us both a new Cosmo. Jane looks surprised, but finishes her old one, then picks up the new one.
“A toast.”
“To what?”
“To old friends and new beginnings.”
I smile. It feels real. I clink my glass against hers and say, “I can definitely drink to that.”
Chapter 18
Jane waves to the server, a young woman about our age, and whispers something in her ear. The woman looks over at Silas, grins, and gives Jane a thumbs’ up.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m having some fun.” We drink our Cosmos and just relax. I don’t ask her what she’s up to, because I have a feeling I’m about to find out anyhow.
I forgot how nice it is to spend time with someone you’re comfortable with. Someone you don’t have to pretend with.
And as if on cue, my relaxation is interrupted by the entrance of a man in a suit.
It’s Drew.
“Damn it,” I mutter, watching him enter and approach Silas. Could they be any more obvious? They look like Secret Service agents.
Jane follows my gaze and does a double take. “That’s Drew!” she gasps. Her face reddens. “Oh, no.”
“Why? What’s wrong with Drew? Aside from the obvious, I mean.”
“It’s just—he—I mean...” The server approaches Silas and Drew, and sets a drink down in front of Silas, who looks super confused. Drew’s face tightens with anger. Clearly, Silas isn’t supposed to be drinking on the job.
“I sent that drink to Silas,” Jane confesses.
