Page 48 of Frenemies

Dear Lord.

I don’t know which was worse? Ava’s ridiculous color combination, or the fact that she was giddy like a schoolgirl at the prospect of having kumquats on her nails.

“Ava, I don’t think they can do kumquats.”

She looked over at me with a frown on her face. “Why not?”

Because it’s a fucking kumquat.

Who the hell knew how to draw a kumquat? I didn’t even know what they looked like.

“Why don’t you get bells or something sparkly?”

That seemed to detour her from her desire for strange fruit. Ava’s eyes lit up as she started jabbering with the lady doing her nails.

Bailey leaned over and whispered, “What’s a kumquat?”

How-the-fuck should I know?

“Really?” I scoffed at her. “How many rocks were you hiding under on that farm of yours?”

Bailey muttered under her breath and sat back. My eyes wouldn’t stop focusing on her pigtails. One of these days, I was going to cut those things off. At least she had them braided today. So instead of looking immature, she looked cute and immature.

While May was finishing up my pedicure, I noticed a guy in the corner. Even though Susan had him under a light while she worked on his hands, he was still somehow tucked in the shadows. My brow rose at the kitten on the mug he had sitting beside him.

That was an odd combination for a guy like that, sitting in a chair with his back ramrod straight as if he was waiting for orders from his commanding officer.

Whatever, the guy was weird. Even his hair couldn’t make up its mind. He either had the worst stylist ever, or his red and blonde highlights decided to take over his head. And he kept looking over at Bailey. So, there was obviously something wrong with him.

We finished up our Mani/Pedis and left to get something to eat.

“What do you guys wanna eat?” Baily looped her arm through Ava’s. “There’s a great sushi place down the street.”

I gagged. “God, no.”

Just the thought of seafood churned my stomach.

“What about Mexican? I’d kill for some nachos?”

Bailey’s brow rose. “You eat nachos?”

“Yes, I eat nachos,” I snarled back at her.

Everyone ate nachos. I just didn’t eat them often. Did she have any idea how many carbs were in the chips alone?

I didn’t realize how hungry I was until we sat down, and the spices wafted out onto the patio and hit my nose. My mouth was practically watering by the time our meals were brought out. I stuffed a bite in my mouth and snapped my fingers at the waiter.

“Can I get some more cheese and jalapenos?”

I was halfway through the plate before I noticed Bailey staring at me. “What?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

Why did everyone keep asking me that? “I’m fine.”

“Really, because I just watched you inhale half a plate of nachos.”

“So?”

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