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Allison screams so loud that I have to hold the phone away from my ear.
“Lyndsey Eliza Vynse! You naughty, naughty girl, going for an older man! And your boss, too!”
“Um, technically, at this point, I’m his boss. I’m in charge of the hotel keys,” I say.
“Semantics! But still! How? When? Where? Is he good in bed? Tell me everything!”
“Um, I dunno. It just sort of happened. Like we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and then he kissed me one night during this rain show, and now we’re happy. We’re really happy,” I say.
“You sound happy! Is he rocking your world?”
“Stop.”
“No, but I need to know. On a scale of one to ten.”
“It’s an eleven,” I admit.
Allison screams again, “This is fucking wild. I mean, you’re well, you! And Vince is, well, I’ve never seen him with a shirt on!”
“Well, I have, and he looks nice.”
“Nice? That’s all you can give me? Come on, spill! How is he…”
“Keep it between you and me, but I’m very satisfied,” I say primly, hoping to shut her up.
“Wow. I mean, I always knew you had it in you. But also, you’re so strict about these things.”
“I know. I tried to fight it for a long time, and I don’t know. Vince gets me. Like, he gets me like you get me, and he’s great in bed. I don’t have to pretend around him. He doesn’t have to pretend around me.” It’s the first time I’ve articulated this out loud, but it’s true.
I think Vince and I work because we see each other as people outside of our jobs, and he’s got forest-green eyes that burrow into the depths of my soul. It’s thrilling, and the fact that we must keep it a secret from the media somehow makes it sexier. It’s like we’re pulling a fast one on the whole world.
I can hear Allison’s hair rustle against her phone as she nods. “That makes sense. I mean, he probably understands touring, right?”
“Yeah. I don’t need to explain myself to him, y’know?”
“That’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.”
I sigh and shake my head. “Enough about my love life. How are you?”
Allison hesitates, “I’m okay.”
“Just okay? Why?” Immediately, my mind flashes to the dozens of misfortunes that could befall my best friend.
“Well, I got my results from my DNA test,” she starts.
“You did! Al, that’s huge news! You should have shut me up twenty minutes ago.”
“No, no. I love hearing about you and Vince. Besides, I haven’t opened them yet. It’s sitting on my dresser.”
“Why not?”
Allison sighs into the phone, “If I open that envelope, my life will change. There’s no going back.”
“Well, tell you what, I’ll open it with you. We’ll both be home for Thanksgiving, anyway,” I suggest.
“You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, Al. I’d do anything for you.”
