Page 5 of Unfiltered
“How many followers does she have?”
Blythe tapped the librarian’s picture. “Holy fuck. She’s past half a million.”
“How many followers do you have?”
Even though she knew Ricki wasn’t trying to be offensive, Blythe still bristled. She’d been trying to build her online presence for five years, and the librarian blew up with one post. “Just under four hundred thousand.” She wouldn’t mention that just under meant nearly fifty thousand under.
“Maybe you’re doing it wrong.” Ricki’s eyes twinkled. “Perhaps you should stop talking so damned much.”
“Very funny.” Blythe snatched her phone from Ricki. She went to the coffeepot and refilled her travel mug. “I’m thinking I might reach out to her. Make contact.”
“Business decision?”
Blythe smirked. “And a date.”
“With her? No way. She’s not gay.”
“Don’t you pay attention to anything?” Blythe swiped her phone and walked back to the table. “She’s got a rainbow flag in her profile.”
“Oh.” Ricki scowled at the phone. “Still, she’s not your type.”
Blythe pinched the screen and spread her fingers to enlarge the picture. “I bet she’s got one hell of a body under that dress.” Blythe put her fingers around Abby’s head, covering the bunshe wore. “And look at that face. With her hair down and some makeup, damn.”
Ricki leaned in. “She does have nice eyes.”
Blythe hadn’t noticed since she’d been more drawn to her full lips. She shifted her gaze to Abby’s sleepy gray eyes. “Not bad.”
Ricki slugged down the rest of her coffee and stood. “What about Cyndy?”
“Sweet Cyn?” Blythe said, using her online handle. “Harmless flirting.”
“And cybersex.” Ricki rinsed her cup in the sink and put it into the dishwasher.
“Yeah, there’s that.” Blythe chuckled. “It’s her thing. I’m not her only one, though.”
“You know this, how?”
“Gilly’s addicted.”
“Eww, you’re doing…well, whatever it is with the same woman?”
“I keep telling Gilly she needs to ease up, or she’ll go blind.”
Blythe laughed hard at her own joke, while Ricki shook her head and groaned.
“That’s just creepy. Gilly’s one of your closet friends.”
“Jealous?” Blythe smirked.
Ricki turned up her nose. “Of what?”
“So many things to choose from. That I’m getting more sex than you—”
“Cybersex.”
“It’s still more than you’re getting.”
When Ricki flinched, Blythe momentarily felt bad. Two years ago, Ricki’s girlfriend had packed her belongings, taking some of Ricki’s, and moved out while Ricki was away on business. Brutal. Ricki hadn’t dated since.
