Page 4 of Vows in Sin
I watch as the massive silver doors part in unison, the beat of the music pouring out into the night as beautiful people flow into the club. “Look. I’m really, really sorry about this—but are you 100% sure you can’t ask your dad to get me into Gotcha tonight?”
“I told you, you’re not even supposed to know Dad’s a member! I swore to him I wouldn’t tell any friends.”
“So true,” I agree.
“Besides, it’s not like he is a bouncer. He’s doing some old man job. Probably in an office.”
Darn.
She says, “I told you not to give me cheap wine. It makes all my secrets come out.
I shoot her a telepathic accusatory glance, hoping she can feel it. “Your dad being a Bachman wasn’t the only secret we learned that night.”
“I can’t believe you’re still mad about that,” she says. “It was seventh grade!”
“You knew Chad Reed was my crush. Since sixth grade. How could you kiss him behind the bleachers?”
She’s stifling a laugh. “Take a hint from Frozen, friend. Make like Elsa and let it go.”
“Hey Tabs?”
“What?”
“Wanna build a snowman?”
She gives another groan, probably rolling her eyes. “No. I do not.”
The line is moving now, the new high-tech glowing bracelets making easy work of entry.
“Okay, okay. Forget Chad Reed. No more cheap wine,” I promise her. “But you know I’m brokenhearted over Dame not returning my phone calls. The time we spent together in Rome was so magical.”
“Of course it was! You were in Rome. Benedict Cumberbatch would look good on a vacation like that.”
I turn to face the brick wall and lower my voice. “What do you say?” I attempt to say the name, “Bend-a-dick Commer-what?” I angrily whisper at her, “You know I don’t watch porn like you?—”
“Oh, my gawd. That was ONE time!” she shouts back. “And you were early! I thought I was alone.”
“Still.”
“Someone on my summer camp text thread said they think our old camp counselor is in it.”
I run my fingertips over the bumpy brick. “You still have a text thread from summer camp?”
“Yes.”
“Impressive.”
“I know,” she agrees. “Anyway, supposedly the star was our archery instructor, Hot Scott. I had to look.”
“Had to?”
“Can you please let it go?
“Never mind.” I peek around the corner. The line is almost gone. “What about getting me into the club?”
She sighs. “Look, I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I didn’t want to, and now I have to.”
“Have to tell me what?” My brow creases so hard I’ll need Botox before I’m 30. There’s a long pause. “What is it, Tabs? Tell me.”
