Page 29 of Love Unforgettable
Lime.
Shudder.
“Woot!” Kat slams her shot glass down on the table and turns to me. “Okay, what’s this about? Trevor?”
“Nope.”
“Sasha.”
“Also, nope.”
“Is Sasha okay?”
“She will be.” I pour us each another shot, feeling reckless. Lick. Salt. Lick. Shoot. Lime. Shudder. “I met Mavis for dinner tonight.”
“I know, how’d it go? Did Mavis upset you? You look really nice, by the way.”
“Yes! And, thank you! You know the reason I had to take Sasha to the vet today because she got kicked by a horse, right?”
“Right,” she says drawing the word out.
“And I told you Mavis was bringing a friend to dinner?”
“Ohmigod, did she bring the horse to dinner?” Kat asks, laughing.
“No, dork. She brought the next worse thing. The horse’s owner.”
“Oh wow. Random. How did you figure that out?”
“Do you have any snacks? I didn’t finish my dinner,” I ask suddenly feeling famished.
“There’s chips and salsa, popcorn, gummies, Red Vines, cookies, leftover Chinese, grilled chicken, sandwich stuff, and salad stuff.”
“Perfect! You hungry?”
“I’m good.”
I rummage through her kitchen and find shredded cheese and jalapenos and make some quick chicken nachos. I grab a bucket of ice and her margarita mix, so we quit doing shots, and bring it all back out. Feeling calm enough now to tell her about the devil horse and his owner.
By the time I finish eating my nachos, I’m also at part in the story where I abandoned Mavis with the devil horse owner and headed to Kat’s house.
“I can’t believe . . .” Kat says, laughing so hard she’s practically coughing. “I can’t believe you actually thought that he was Mavis’ date.”
“In my defense, she said he was a gentleman friend or caller or something equally obscure yet suggestive.” I fall into a fit of giggles alongside her.
She calms enough to continue talking. “Okay,” she says. “I get why you were mad, but you haven’t mentioned what he looked like. I mean, is he even worthshtuping?”
“That’s the worst part. He’s totally worthshtuping. Radio announcer voice, linebacker shoulders, really tall, kind of tan, thick dark hair, the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen on a man. My God, Kat, he’s like a fucking caricature of the prince who would ride in to rescue the princess.”
“On the horse that ate your grapes,” she deadpans.
“Exactly.”
“God, I love Mavis,” Kat sighs.
“Whose side are you on?”
“Always yours. But I also want to be Mavis when I grow up. I fucking live to set up girls withshtupableguys.”
