Abby shifted on the sofa and blinked her eyes open. “I didn’t fall asleep, I swear.”
I bit back a grin and tried to give her my serious face. “I believe you. One hundred percent. And on an unrelated note, some drool is caked to your chin.”
My phone buzzed.
Oscar
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
Shit. I winced. Had I been completely sober, I might have realized mentioning it was my birthday would make him feel beholden.
Hugh
Stop whatever it is you’re doing.
Oscar
This is a late April Fools joke. Tell me you’re pulling my leg.
Hugh
It’s April 8th. April Fools jokes only work on April 1st. That’s kind of the point.
Oscar
Are you at home for deliveries?
Hugh
No. No deliveries.
Oscar
Hush. If FRANK chooses to send his best friend something, that’s his business. But tell me this—what person in their RIGHT MIND cooks for everyone on his own birthday?
Hugh
Someone who loves making his people happy?
Oscar
You’re too good for this earth, Hugh Linzee.
Hugh
It was vegetable soup, Oscar. Not a soufflé.
Oscar
And how did Louis like your soup?
I blinked. Louis and I had been seeing each other here and there, but it hadn’t occurred to me to invite him to my birthday dinner. Maybe I didn’t want to run the risk of him advising my sister and Dex on prenups.
Hugh
No Louis today. Just family.
Oscar