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“You and I both know you like a challenge, babe.”

“Something you may not know about me—I like to win,babe,” she says through gritted teeth.

I hold my hand up for her to slap it. “But good work on naming all those boxing movies. Proud of you, babe.”

She doesn’t slap my hand, but she does slap me on the shoulder. I don’t cry out in pain too loudly, but it does startle the other guests.

“I will just pay for a massage, if that’s what you want,” I say to her, but she’s already walking away from me to sit next to Aimee and Chase.

Chase winks at me and gives me the thumbs-up. “Well played,” he says.

“Head in a box,” I mutter stubbornly, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I sit down on a big comfortable sofa all by myself.

Maybe I can sleep here tonight.

12

Roxy

Aimee pulls me aside as we’re walking, as a group, from the lobby cottage up the long winding path to the guest cottages. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to say this to you, Rox, but…” she says in a hushed voice, “you’ve got Wet Panty Face, my friend.”

I stop walking so we can hang back. “What? No I don’t. I have angry face. This is just me being angry.”

“Are you sure you aren’t angry because Keaton’s penis isn’t inside you?”

“Are you sure you aren’t high?” Weak. That was a weak comeback. I’m off my game. But it’s not because I have wet panty face. I know how to control my face. And my panties.

We walk very slowly and talk so quietly. “Just answer this one question.”

“No.”

“Are you attracted to…?” She points at Keaton’s back with both index fingers.

I don’t answer. I just I grab her hands to keep her from pointing and widen my eyes at her becauseoh my God. They’re about thirty feet ahead of us, but geez.

“Because if you are, I totally get it. And I support it. Chase would lose his shit, but he doesn’t need to know.”

“Okay, I’m going to tell you something, but you cannot tell anyone, including Chase, and you cannot tell Keaton I told you.” We stop walking again.

“Oh my God!” She raises her fists in the air. “You’ve already slept with him, haven’t you?”

“No!” I grab her hands and pull them down to her sides. It’s like trying to control a toddler.

“Really? Swear to Beyoncé?”

“Swear to all of Destiny’s Child.”

She accepts my no as the gospel truth.

“However…” I lower my voice, so low that I don’t even know if she can hear me. “We made out at your wedding.”

Her eyes go wide. “Wait, what? Say that again so I know for sure what you said.”

I repeat, “We made out at your wedding.”

She gasps. “You mean five years ago?!”

“Did you have another wedding that I don’t know about?”