Page 65 of It's You
Darcy looked at the small container, then held it over her head. “Amory?”
“I’ll tell you. Hand over the ice cream I bought.”
Darcy offered it hesitatingly, and Willow grabbed it away.
“We went for coffee,” she mumbled.
“Sorry,” said Darcy, “I didn’t catch that.”
“Coffee. Coffee? Bitter? Dark? Much like me?”
“How didthathappen?”
“Nail through hand. Puncture wound. Coffee.”
Darcy gasped, cringing. “Poor Amory.”
“You’re telling me. I hate injuries more than illness sometimes.”
“Is he okay?”
“I won’t lie,” she said, taking another bite. “It was a bad one. Deep. Went down to the muscle. Sure you don’t want more ice cream?”
Darcy shook her head no. She’d suddenly lost her appetite.
“I cleaned it up and plopped a bunch of antibiotic cream on it. Nothing to do now but hope it doesn’t get infected.” She took one last bite before putting the cover back on the pint. “Had to give him a tetanus booster too.”
Darcy heard the sprinkle of sheepish humor in this admission.
“What are you not telling me?”
“Technically, you can have it in the arm, but…”
Darcy chuckled. “Where’d you give it?”
“Use your imagination,” Willow said, eyes twinkling in the darkness.
“Andthatled to coffee?”
“Sort of. He was bent over, talking all fast and nervous while I took my time admiring, um…prepping, the…area. And he mentioned things had sort of petered out with Faith.”
“He mentioned this while you were staring at his ass?”
“Uh-huh. So, I told him it might pinch and asked him if he wanted to have coffee with me. I don’t think he felt a thing.”
Darcy smiled appreciatively at her friend. “I’ll bet he didn’t. So? Did anythinghappen?”
“Most sisters wouldn’t want these sorts of sordid details.”
“Are theresordiddetails to share?”
“We might’ve kissed again.”
“Might’ve?”
“Do I look like one of those girls who kisses and tells?”
“You look exactly like one of those girls. Okay, we’ll do it this way…How was the coffee?”
