Page 82 of My Undead Heart

“Ohh, threeways are my fave,” she announces in full voice as we pass a couple of hot guys. She might even wink at them.

“God, you’re such a tease.” I laugh because their expressions are priceless.

“I know.” She beams and kisses my cheek. If there’s one thing guaranteed about spending the rest of the day with Rae, it’s that I will be thoroughly entertained and most likely sloshed by the end of it. Really, that sounds like an absolutely perfect day.

“Teasing aside, you really like this guy?” Rae says as I pop the cork on our second bottle of wine. The sun disappeared from the skyline hours ago, but we’ve had no trouble filling our afternoon inside my apartment. I love hearing Rae’s stories from working in the fashion world. It’s like an uncut episode of reality television narrated by a comedian.

“What guy?”

“Thor. Who the fuck else you got on the side?” She holds up her glass.

“Matt? Yeah, I like him.” I fill her glass and mine, then plop back down on my sofa. When I catch her stupid dreamy eyes I quickly amend my statement. “But before you get all weird, it’s not like I want him to be my boyfriend or anything. I just like him. He’s funny, and sweet, and so, so great at fucking.”

“Tell me everything.” She nods with wide eyes.

“I’m not telling you!” I shake my head and take a drink.

That doesn’t deter her whining. “Come on, Mia. I need to live vicariously through you.”

“Says the single twenty-eight-year-old who hung out with stars fromThe Walking Dead.” I pout, but remembering that horrible day doesn’t hurt as much as it did a few weeks ago. I guess what they say is true: time does heal all wounds.

“Mia, I’m truly sorry about that. You should have been there.” Rae’s smile is replaced with a frown.

“Damn right, I should have,” I say because I have to give her a hard time. It was her stupid friend Violet who ruined everything.

“If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t been fucked properly all year.”

I giggle and nod. “That does make me feel slightly better.”

She takes a long sip of wine until half the contents disappear and then sets the glass down on my coffee table. She turns sideways and crosses her legs. “So, this Matt guy? You should surprise him.”

“Now?”

She rubs her hands together. “Yes. Now! You should put on something sexy—don’t worry, I’ll blow out your hair and take care of makeup. Swing by his apartment and just show the fuck up. He’ll love it.”

I shake my head. “That won’t work.”

“Sure, it will. It’s a classic move. Every guy goes for that bit.”

“No, I can’t because he’s not home. At least, he shouldn’t be.” I frown and set down my empty glass.

“Why not? Mia, is he seeing someone else? Because even though you say this is casual, that shit never ends well. You’re better than that!”

“Calm your tits. He’s working. He does that bouncer gig at Zig’s on the weekends. More?” I point to her glass and grab the bottle to fill mine to the brim.

“What the actual fuck?” she yells and for a moment I think she’s talking about the wine.

“What? Don’t judge me!”

She leaps from the sofa, almost tripping on the rug but catches herself. “Why the hell are we moping on your sofa drinking cheap merlot when Thor is out at the bar without us?”

“It’s not cheap.” My brow furrows with her accusation.

“Oh. My. God!” She throws her hands in the air.

I blow out a breath. “Fine. I don’t know. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to go bother him. It’s not like we can even hang out. He’s working.”

“Exactly. Come on, buttercup. This is perfect! Oh, my God. This is so fucking perfect. Remember our conversation earlier? We’re gonna remind Mr. Hotcakes why he wants the key to the treasure.” Before I can argue, Rae grabs my arm and drags me toward the bedroom to play a game of dress up. Jared’s warning from this afternoon is lost somewhere between the wine and Rae’s killer makeup skills. Besides, we’re only going out for a drink or two. What could go wrong?

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