Page 9 of Halloween Hottie
We both laugh. “Ahhh, well, at least we both smartened up. Ryan and I broke up, too.”
“What? You guys were together forever.”
She nods. “Two months ago. He ended up moving out and getting his own place up there.”
“He’s still in New York?”
“Yeah, but the city is so big that I haven’t seen him since.” Janet shrugs. “I’m going to get another drink. You want one?”
I show her my full cup. “Just filled up. I’m good.”
“I’ll catch up with you later,” she says, walking back the way I just came.
I push through the back sunroom and notice people outside around the fire pit. I head out there, hoping to find Margo. The breeze chills me to the bone as I walk across the paved walkway and over to the big, warm fire. Margo, of course, is right in the center of everyone’s attention. She’s mid-storytelling so I wait to grab her attention.
“So, there I was, on this massive cliff—Liz?”
My eyes flash over to her and she smiles before dropping the story and rushing over to me. She pulls me in for a big hug. “I’m so glad you made it! I was starting to think you blew me off.”
I laugh. “I thought about it.”
“Bitch,” she says with a smile as she pulls away. “Come on. Let’s go inside where it’s warm.” She tells everyone goodbye before taking my hand in hers and leading me back into the house.
We take a seat at the glass tea table in the sunroom, and she shrugs out of her jacket and tosses it into the empty chair next to her before having a seat. “So, tell me where you’ve been, what you’ve been doing, everything. We live in the same town, and I never see you! I must have chased in a miracle to get you here tonight.”
I laugh and shrug. “I haven’t been doing much of anything. I go to work at the school, and I come home, I cook, I clean, I do laundry, read, watch TV, go to bed. That’s it. I haven’t been going out.”
She rolls her eyes. “Ugh, that’s depressing. What about that bookstore you were always going to?”
“Margo, that place literally caught on fire six months ago.”
“What? Really?”
I nod with wide eyes. “What haveyoubeen doing?”
She laughs. “I just got back from the Hamptons. Needed a little break from work.”
“Must be nice. The only break I get is when I have to drive two towns over to stock up at Sam’s Club.”
“What’s Sam’s Club? Is that like a sex club?”
I bust out laughing. “You can’t be serious!”
“What? What is it?” She’s completely serious. She tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder.
“It’s a store where you go to buy household or office items in bulk. God, a sex club?”
She shrugs. “Well my version of Sam’s Club sounds way more fun. Then at least you’d be getting laid, which I’m guessing you’re getting none of.”
I sigh and sit back, tipping my drink and taking a sip. “No, nothing in that department.”
She shakes her head. “Stupid Steve.”
“Is he here?”
She shrugs. “Not that I’ve seen. He said he had to work late or something.”
“I was scared to bump into him—or him and whatever girl he’s lying to now.”
