“Wow, where have I heard such words of wisdom before?” I say, narrowing my eyes at her.
She shrugs in response.
“You aren’t exactly selling it here, you know?”
“Selling what?” she asks. “Love? I don’t have to. You’re already in it.”
“In what? Love? Right. Okay. Whatever. You’re cut off. Clearly you’re drunk.”
“Not drunk yet,” she says in a sing-song voice. “Just calling it like it is. And it’s my wine, I can drink it if I want to.”
“I’m not in love with Chance Bauer, Kat. I barely like the guy. Well, except when we’re having sex, I really like him then. Or when he’s getting me off. I like him then too. And on the back of his motorcycle. That’s hot. Otherwise, I don’t like him at all.” My head spins a little bit. I’m starting to feel the effects of all the alcohol. Wine from dinner, shots at my house, and now wine again combined with the hot water.
“Exactly!” Kat says, sitting up suddenly, sloshing water all over the gummy bears.
“Hey, I was going to eat those,” I say as they wash off the tray and into the tub.
“Oh shit, we have to catch them all, Remi. They’ll clog the filter.”
We fish all the gummy bears from the water, headless and whole, and get out of the tub. Then wrap ourselves in robes and curl up by the outdoor fireplace Brad and Ethan recently built to dry off.
“This fireplace is tits, Kat.”
“We are tits, Remi.”
“We are!”
“I’m drunk,” she says.
“Me too.”
“I do love this fireplace though,” she says with a happy sigh.
“Me too.”
“If I didn’t love Brad, I would totally love Brad just for building me this fireplace.”
“Me too.”
Kat laughs.
“I’m going to be mad at Chance until after my conference,” I say.
“I would be too,” she says. “Conference starts tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll drive up mid-day. My presentation is the following day.”
“You feel ready for it?”
I shrug. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
“You’ve got this, Rem. I’ve never seen anyone prepare for anything like you’ve prepared for this.”
“That’s why you’re my bestie, ‘cause you think I’m awesome.”
“Straight up,” she says.
“Straight up,” I reply.