Page 131 of Wingwoman
Then again, my only other client outside of Josh was sitting right here beside me, sipping mimosas with my soon-to-be sisters. So I really didn’t have any reason to pull out my phone in the first place. Unless Josh needed me… but he was supposed to be writing all day.
According to Matt, he had a big day in the recording studio coming up next week where the label wanted to get some tracks down.
“And then,” Viv said, giggling, “the goat kicked your daddy! Right in the butt! That’s how I knew Elvis was the goat for us!”
Eyes wide, I looked at Vivian. “And my dad went for that? He bought a goat that kicked the crap outta him?”
She nodded, proudly. “He sure did!”
Maggie fell onto my shoulder, laughing. I was, dare I say it, havingfun.
While Vivan, Maryanne, Raeanne, and Julianne weren’t women I would have normally gravitated to, they were all smart, sweet, and motivated.
And I couldn’t help but feel a little mad at myself that I had so quickly written them off.
“I can’t believe you actually did it,” I said with a shake of my head. “You got a goat.”
“Actually, no,” Viv said with a click of her tongue.
I snapped my fingers and pointed at her. “I knew it!”
I knew my dad wasn’t a goat person. Ha! Take that!
Vivian’s grin widened and she glanced between all of us before shouting, “We gotsixgoats!”
“Six?!” I snorted what was left of my mimosa. “That’s not a house anymore… it’s a freaking farm!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, goats and horses and chickens…” Raeanne blew a raspberry at her mom. “But what I really want to know iswhat’sgoing on with you and Josh Gabriel?”
“Ooooooh,” Maggie cooed, turning in her seat to look at me. “Me too.”
I stared down at the empty mimosa glass in front of me. Damn. I needed more alcohol to answer this inquisition. On one hand, my instinct was to answer quickly with “nothing!”
Only, it wasn’t nothing and I was pretty sure they'd see right through that anyway. Especially since Matt and Josh were best friends. I had no idea what sort of intel Maggie already had.
Besides, telling them it was ‘nothing’ would sort of defeat the whole point of our contract.
"I like him," I admitted, my face flaming. "It's more than just the physical…"
It wasn't only the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music, or the way his hands moved so effortlessly over the strings of his guitar. Or even the way his voice crooned, gliding over note after note.
It was his heart that got me.
And how patient he was with me.
"Ooooooh!" All the girls around the table cooed like we were in kindergarten again.
Laughing, I buried my bright pink face in my hands. "I should've lied to you all!" I shouted, then lifted my empty mimosa in the air, signaling to the waiter I needed another.
"Oh hell no!" Maryanne stopped mid-bite of her omelet, her eyes wide. "Don't you dare lie to us."
"I love that you shared that!" Raeanne chimed in with a light squeeze to my knee.
Slowly, my eyes met Julianne's and she gave a single nod. "Sisters don't lie to each other."
“So…” Viv leaned back in her chair, grinning, "Have you two had sex yet?"
"Oh my god," I stabbed a potato off my plate with my fork, shaking my head. "I am not talking about that with my stepmom! Some things have to be sacred."
