Page 133 of Reckless
I studied her.“Since when are you the wise one?”
“Since always.I just usually let you figure it out yourself.”
We went downstairs together.
Hope saw me first.
Her face shifted instantly.
Because, apparently, I looked like a woman who’d spent the night making out with the right man and had no regrets about it.
Oh no.
“Kelly.”Hope’s voice had so much meaning in my name I nearly laughed before I even reached the table.
“Don’t.”
“You thought at me.”
Hope bit her lip so hard I wanted to applaud her restraint.
Avril looked up from her tea and smiled softly.“You look happy.”
“I am,” I said.
“Really happy?”Hope asked.
“Stupidly happy.”
“The kind of happy that makes you want to do something ill-advised?”
“The kind of happy that makes me want to stop apologizing for wanting things.”
Hope’s face changed.
“That,” she said softly, “is the best thing you’ve said all weekend.”
Again.
That word.
And this time I didn’t dodge it.
“I am.”
The women’s faces all changed at once.
Hope melted.
Avril softened.
Miley, who had entered with coffee, stopped dead and narrowed her eyes like a brilliant lawyer presented with entirely unexpected evidence.
And Britney.
Britney looked straight at me.
Looked.
