“We did shots,” Mia mumbles. She already sounds sleepy, although to be fair, we’ve all had an exhausting week. “We did a peach ring, and… um… Jaime, what was the one that’s really three shots?”
“A stoplight,” Jaime says.
“You’ve donefour shotsalready?” I glare at Jaime. “No wonder she’s like this.”
“I ordered a water,” Mia protests. “And appetizers. I’m fine.”
Sure enough, the server arrives with a round of waters and an enormous app sampler. Mia immediately digs in, her earlier sleepiness forgotten in light of the promise of cheese sticks and fried pickles.
“So,” Jaime says, almost casually, “is there a reason you were in such good spirits today?”
I reach for a stuffed potato skin. “I climbed the tree.”
Around a mouthful of cheese stick, Mia blurts, “Ferioufly?”
“Chew your food, you little hellion,” Jaime scolds. To me, he says, “So you found him, I take it? Your mystery man?”
“He found me,” I correct.
Mia wolfs down the rest of her cheese stick. “Details! I need details!”
“I had him cook me dinner. Actually, I’m pretty sure Viktor cooked me dinner. Either way, we had amazing sex. I came seven times. He made me breakfast.”
Mia’s hands fly to her face. She looks like the kid from the cover ofHome Alone.“You cameseventimes! And you spent the night!”
Jaime whistles. “Youneverspend the night.”
I click my tongue at both of them. “Well, I also have a rule against the walk of shame. I don’t do that either. And the fam was in the backyard with friends, so I chose the lesser of two evils.”
“So what’s the catch?” Jaime asks.
“Well…” I look back and forth between them. “So there was this party at my parents’ place to welcome the new Venom coach who just got hired.”
“Oh, my God.” Mia bounces in her seat.
“And it turns out, he’s the coach.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Too good,” Jaime says. “Were you totally obvious?”
“I hope not.” I take a pickle chip, but I don’t bite into it right away.
“Are you gonna date him?” Mia demands.
I blow a raspberry. “Um, no. For one thing, I don’t date. Plus, he’s my dad’s boss.Andmy brother’s coach.”
“But you’re gonna keep fucking, right?” Jaime asks.
“He’s giving me space.” My watch jingles, and I look down at the preview. I smile when I see who it’s from.
“They’re gonna keep fucking,” Mia confirms. “But this calls for a celebration. We’re getting mind erasers.”
I whip my head toward her. “I thought you were done for the night.”
“Hell, no. I have the power of fried cheese on my side. I’m just getting started. Now, while we wait for the server…” Mia rubs her hands together. “Tell me all about this sexy coach. Does he know his way around a clitoris?”
Jaime puts one finger up. Then he quickly adds six more. “Um… she cameseventimes!”