Page 129 of Friends Don't Kiss

“CBD?” Willow suggests.

“Tried that too.”

Willow pushes her chair out. “Ooooh. I know what you need. Gimme a twenty,” she says, wiggling her fingers at Emma.

“What for? I’m not giving you twenty bucks.”

Willow rolls her eyes but still leaves the table. “You’ll pay me back when you feel better!” she says, her voice dimming as she disappears behind Millie’s counter. After a minute or so, she comes back, holding…

“Is that a joint?” Emma shrieks. “Are you—did you steal that from 420?”

“Jesus, Ems. You really need to relax. Hence…” she trails, putting the rolled weed joint under Emma’s nose.

Emma makes a face. “What are you—fifteen?” she asks Willow, scooting her chair away from her.

Willow makes an appreciative face. “Fifteen, huh? That’s the memory this brings? Who would have known prim and proper Emma was a stoner back in the day.” She laughs loudly at her observation.

“Anybody have a light?” she asks, looking at us. “C’mon. Let’s go outside and get high. You comin’?” she asks me.

I shake my head. “I don’t think the Select Board would see my request favorably if I showed up high, to be honest.”

Emma raises her eyebrows so high again, it makes me wonder what facial expression she’ll have at her disposal if she ever decides to do Botox. “You’d be surprised,” she says.

“You hear that, boss?” Willow says. “Come on.”

Yeah, no. “Next time,” I say.

“You’re no fun,” Willow says. “Did she tell you about Sexy Voice?” she asks Emma.

“Nope. Who’s that?”

Willow fills Emma in on her scheming to get me to date Colton, and how Colton had to find someone whose voice I wouldn’t recognize for our phone call.

“You guys are too much,” Emma laughs.

“Apparently he’s some celebrity,” I say. “Did you know?” I ask Willow.

“Tracy might have said something, but we’re not supposed to tell.”

“Why not?” Emma asks.

“Colt says the guy came here to get away from some shit. We should leave him be. The last thing he needs is the press finding out where he’s hiding.”

Emma rolls her eyes. “Great, we have someone in the witness protection program now. Just what we needed.”

“Who said he was a criminal?” Willow exclaims.

“Where’s the criminal?” a loud whisper sounds from the confines of the café. We all jump and shriek. “Sshhh,” the voice says.

“Who the hell is it?” I growl, stomping toward where the voice is.

“Holy hell, Kiara, I’m trying to catch a criminal here!” Millie says out loud, coming out of the shadows.

“What criminal?” Emma, Willow, and I ask together.

Millie rolls her eyes. “You were just talking about him. He broke into 420! Must be the egg bomber.” Holding a baseball bat, she crouches and goes toward the door separating her café from her weed store.

“Wait! Were you there all along?” Willow asks.

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