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“Not only did he use all of that, Katy, but he didn’t even make me a plate. You know why?”
“Because he’s a selfish asshole?”
“Well, yes, there is that. But also because I’m too fat. I should just be eating fruit and drinking black coffee apparently. And, you’ll love this, doing ‘proper’ workouts because Pilates doesn’t count.”
“What the actual fuck. I’d like to see him do an hour of reformer, the knuckle-head. I can’t believe he called you fat. You know you’re not, right? You know you’re gorgeous, just the way you are. You’re fit and healthy, and I’d kill for your curves.”
I smile and give her a quick hug. “Katy, you are so perfect. Why can’t I be into vaginas?”
She shrugs and looks a little forlorn. “I don’t know. Me neither. Otherwise we’d be a great couple. Was he even any good in the sack, Owen the Asshole?” She tilts her head to one side and looks curious. A fair question for how many red flags he gave off.
“No. Not really. I mean, he had stamina, I’ll give him that. But he was all bluster, you know? It was like getting fucked by a rhino, one that immediately fell asleep after. And snored, real loud. He never once, um, you know…” I blush slightly. I have no idea why. Katy and I have talked about everything under the sun.
“Kissed your magical lady garden?” she supplies.
I burst out laughing. “Yep.”
She shakes her head in disgust. “What a prick. His loss.”
I nod my agreement. And out of the blue, I get an image of Maddox James and his luscious lips. Given the stories I heard about him back in Marrakech, he has no qualms aboutkissing the magical lady garden.I wonder what it would be like to feel those lips on me, and it makes me shudder.Shut up, brain. Get out of the gutter.
“So it’s definitely over?” she asks. “This isn’t going to be one of those situations where I call him every name under the sun, and then you get back together and I feel bad?”
“God, no. I’m not that stupid, or that desperate. Besides, even if he did want to get back together, I’ve made it hard for him. He’s well and truly blocked on everything. Even Pinterest.”
“Pinterest?” she says, dissolving into giggles.
“Yeah, I once had an ex slide back into my life that way, and I learn from my mistakes.”
She fills our glasses again and raises hers to clink against mine.
“To you,” she says. “You are so much better off without him. Here’s to an asshole free life. You know, don’t you, that you can do so much better than Owen?”
She smirks. She always says this. It’s like her mantra:you can do much better. And while I kind of agree with that, I also do feel disappointed. Life hasn’t led me to expect fairy tales, but a girl has to hope, doesn’t she? I’m not ready to give up on love, or on myself.
“I know. I did hope this guy would be different though,” I tell her with a sigh. “He seemed so nice.”
She rolls her eyes. “They all seem nice at first. That’s why they’re only good for one thing. And sometimes, they’re not even good for that.”
“I know. My book boyfriends are so much better. Xaden Riorson would never call me fat.”
“True. Though I’m not sure he’d cook you breakfast, either.”
I ponder that. Impossible to predict. But that is the beauty of a book boyfriend.
“How are you and Josh by the way?” I ask, peering at her over the rim of my glass.
“Good. If you’re okay when we’re done, I’ll head over to his place. Unless this is more than a few glasses and a hug situation? If you need me to, I’ll blow off Josh. He won’t mind if I bail and come to your place for a sleepover. We can do tequila shootersand stay up late watchingGreaseand singing along. I’ll be Rizzo.”
I flutter my eyelashes dramatically. “You’d really do that for me?”
“In a heartbeat, girl. You’re my Sandy and my Danny all rolled into one. You’re my ride-or-die.”
“And you’re mine, too, but I’ll be okay tonight. I just needed to blow off some steam, you know.”
She gets it. Of course she does. I know how lucky I am to have found Katy Sullivan, to have her as my bestie. Screw the boys of the world, because this girl rocks.
We’ve been at each other’s side since we first met two years ago. I was a newbie to New York, making my way in a city even bigger than Chicago. She was a Brooklyn native, one of seven siblings from a big Irish family. We started working in a telemarketing center on the same day and bonded over our mutual dislike of our boss, Leery Larry, who was called that for pretty obvious reasons. Although we’ve both moved onto bigger and better things now career-wise, we still keep that close friendship. We go to the gym together, we have drinks at least once a week, and we talk most days. We're there for each other, no matter what happens. She’s my New York family, in the best possible way.
