Page 12 of Riding the High

He hands me the slip of paper and I read the breakfast menu: coffee, Greek yogurt with berries and granola.

I pull a five out of my purse and thank him as I close the door. Making my way over to my phone, I see texts from Cole. And, of course, texts from Liv, mine and Cece’s best friend.

LAW DADDY

Don’t drive on an empty stomach. Also probiotics and berries will help with that really miserable mood you were in when I left.

Your fault for trying to talk before coffee. Did you get out of here without being spotted?

LAW DADDY

Barely. Till next time Grandpa.

Grandpa?

LAW DADDY

Shit sorry, all that snoring, got you confused with my pop.

In that case, till next time, Professor Fitts.

A few seconds go by.

LAW DADDY

Did you just name the Laurel Creek High Biology teacher? I’m not going to ask.

Oh sorry, I was just remembering the last man that made me fall asleep from just talking, like you did last night.

LAW DADDY

Terrible attempt at a joke. Enjoy your breakfast, asshole.

Yes sir.I grin and start happily munching on my strawberries, opening Liv’s message as I do.

LIV

Look what I scored.

I open the image. It’s a photo of two silky sashes that read “The bride’s bitches.” I smile. This weekend will be one for the ages. Nash has chartered us a private flight to Vegas and we’re all heading down for him and CeCe’s “together” bachelor and bachelorette party. “Together” because they are disgustingly obsessed with each other and can’t bear to spend one night apart.

Perfect

LIV

I thought so

What are you doing? Lunch? Sage and Salt?

I look at the time. Twelve-thirty.

I’m just leaving Lexington now, so about an hour?

LIV

You’re just leaving now?

I sip my coffee.

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