Page 37 of Love Unforgettable
“Ohmigod, yes. You have no idea.” Remi nears the end of her margarita. “Another round?”
“We haven’t even ordered dinner yet and you’re already finished with your first margarita?” My girls and I are no strangers to drinking, but Remi finishing a large margarita this quickly surprises even me.
“Have you met me and the mess my life is right now?” she asks. “Don’t worry, I’m not driving. Chance’s sister dropped me off and I’m taking an Uber back to the hospital after dinner. My plan is to drink my mess away.”
“Your life isn’t a mess, Rem,” Kat says. “Your life is pretty fucking great right now, all things considered. But Lexie here, her life is a mess. Think about it, Trevor is back. Again. And wants her back. Again. He finger-fucked her in the exam room while her dog was getting x-rays to prove how much he wants her. Not to mention she hasn’t been properly laid in months. And Mavis is obviously the only one out of all of us who cares aboutthatsince she’s trying to whore Lex out toSeñor Shtupinessover there who’s been giving her googly eyes from across the restaurant all night.”
“Don’t exaggerate,” I say, grabbing more chips. “It hasn’t been all night. We’ve barely been here ten minutes. Did I mention we haven’t even ordered yet?” I pop a chip into my mouth.
“Yet, I’m already prepping for margarita number two, so . . .” Remi says, as she raises her hand and signals to the server.
“Fine,” I concede, swallowing my chip. “My life is a mess. And we need more drinks. Happy now?”
“No, of course not,” Remi says. “I never want your life to be a mess. What’s going on?”
I give Remi the abbreviated version of yesterday with Trevor at the clinic and Cole at the restaurant last night. Then tell them both about Cole’s text messages later in the evening. And grab another handful of chips and begin shoveling them in my mouth.
“I think it says a lot that he wants to pay the vet bills.” Kat scoops salsa on a chip and pops it in her mouth.
“Me too,” Remi agrees. The server comes to take our dinner order and brings our next round of margaritas, I’m barely half finished with my first. I’d suck it down real quick like, but I always get brain freeze.
Always.
And then I have to sing “Ice Ice Baby” by Vanilla Ice in my head to make it go away.
It’s a process.
So instead I pour as much of my first margarita as I can on top of my second and let her take away my mostly empty glass.
“Plus,” Kat continues, “he’s in my line of sight, so I keep ogling him, and that man is one tall drink of yumminess.”
“Six feet four inches and all muscle if you ask him,” I mutter.
“Oh really? And did we ask him?” Kat looks at me and wiggles her eyebrows.
“No, we didn’t,” I say. “He volunteered that information all on his own. He was upset because I called him little.”
“Him or his dick?” Remi asks me.
“Him! My God, why would I be talking about his dick? I barely know him.”
“What does that have to do with it?” Kat and Remi both ask at the same time. They look at each other, smile and point. “Jinx!” both say again. And then, “You owe me a Coke!”
“Why did you call him little?” Remi asks once she stops laughing with Kat.
“I was being patronizing.” I raise my hands in the air and look up to the ceiling.
“My opinion, a man that looks like that is packing,” Kat says.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s not like we’ll ever see it,” I say.
“You never know,” Kat replies.
“Of course, I do,” I say.
“Never say never,” Remi pipes in.
“I didn’t say never,” I pout.
