Page 7 of The Holy Grail
“You do? Why? Best friend perspicacity?”
“Perspi … what?”
“Perspicacity. Intuition,” he clarified.
“Why didn’t you just say ‘intuition’?”
“Because it’s not my Word-of-the-Day.”
“Word-of-the-Day?”
“It’s an app.”
She gave him a long look before saying, “All right.”
“That’s it? ‘All right’?”
“Am I supposed to say more?”
“Most people give me shit about it.”
“Well, I’m not like ‘most’ people, and I’m in no position to throw stones, so I won’t be giving you any shit about your Word-of-the-Day app.”
He seemed pleased and surprised at that, then returned to the original topic. “So, if you’re not using your perspicacity, why do you think Cat Lady’s knocked up?”
“I was there during her first pregnancy, and her boobs got bigger right away.”
“Are you saying her boobs have gotten bigger?”
“Yes. I’m surprised you didn’t noticethat.”
“I try not to look, because David frowns on my checking out his wife’s boobs. He’s still pretty annoyed that I touched one of her bras.”
Jules rolled her eyes to indicate she thought David ‘frowned’ on way too many things, including the time Evan had touched Paige’s bra the night she’d handcuffed David to the bed. After things had gone awry and she’d left in a funk (leaving her bra behind), David had to call Evan to come to the rescue, and unfortunately had witnessed David oiled up and restrained, with Paige’s sexy, red bra lying on the floor. Evan, being Evan, had grabbed it and proceeded to use it in order to mess with David.
“It’s not like she was wearing it at the time,” Jules pointed out.
Evan gave an amused shake of his head. “That’s a distinction David doesn’t care about.”
Jules waved a hand, as if sweeping David out of the conversation. “Anyway, I expect we’ll be told pretty soon, and when they do tell us, you need to act surprised, and not ruin their big moment, okay?”
“Okay,” Evan said, his words coming out a little loud, as the band finished a song and came back to the bar for a break. She wasn’t surprised when, less than a minute later, Lars brought her a gin and tonic, courtesy of the drummer, with whom she’d had an unsatisfactory sexual encounter a year ago. She’d managed to avoid him the night of Paige and David’s wedding reception last June, by using Nate, one of David’s friends from college, as cover. She’d also been trying to avoid the drummer tonight, with Paige and David as her cover this time, but their departure had left her wide open.
Forcing herself to maintain a pleasant expression, she shook her head at Lars and pushed the drink back at him, while Evan watched. “Please tell him I said, ‘Thank you’ but I can’t accept this.”
“Really?” Lars was surprised. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, she’s sure,” Evan told him rudely.
“All right.” Lars took the drink and headed back to the drummer, who looked equally as surprised.
“Not that I’m questioning your decision,” Evan said, “but—”
“You’re wondering why didn’t I accept his drink?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, let’s just say I have no desire to take that tour again.”
