Page 13 of The Plus Ones
“Definitely not,” Nina says.
“Good.”
Aimee arches an eyebrow at me.
“I mean good, I’m glad I’m not the only motherflorking loser who isn’t invited.”Nina taught me how to fake-swear. It’s sort of satisfying. In the way thatnothaving sex with hot guys you wouldn’t want to raise a kid with is satisfying.
Aimee squeezes my arm. “Honey, it’s not that you aren’t invited. It’s a couples-only resort and they’re all booked up.”
“Yeah, yeah. Sure, yeah. I didn’t realize there were couples-only resorts.”
“It’s adults-only and couples-only. You know, it’s geared toward honeymooners and people celebrating their anniversary,” Bernadette says. “Boring people.”
“Right. So they don’t have to deal with loud children and single adults who get drunk and try to steal their spouses. That’s a good angle.”
“You’re mad,” Nina says. “I don’t blame you. You know what—we should have a girls’ night before we go.”
“Oh my God—yes!” Aimee claps her hands, just like her son does when he gets excited. “Let’s go to a movie and get drinks!”
“Or! We could kick the kids and the guys out and stayinto watch a movie and have drinks!” says Bernadette.
“I’m in for either option,” I say. “But I gotta go. I have another party to get to. I love you guys.”
Aimee pulls me in for a hug. “You’re coming to our New Year’s Eve thing, right?”
“Yes! Definitely. I have a few parties that night, but I’ll come to yours first. Before the kids go to bed.”
“Call me later,” she says. “Text me when you get home.”
“I’ll let you know about girls’ night,” Nina assures me. “It’s really happening this time.”
“I’ll walk you out.” Bernadette rubs my back. “Oooh, this is so soft. I think I ordered this dress online a few months ago, but I’ve never worn it.”
I wave to the kids and signal that I’m leaving, but I think they’re so upset about my departure they’re in denial. Or maybe they care more about Mario Kart. I don’t know.
“How are you getting to the next place?”
“I’ll just grab a cab.”
“I can have my driver drop you off somewhere.” I have no idea how long Keaton has been right behind us, but he is right behind us and not hiding the fact that he was staring at my ass.
“Not necessary.”
“You were wearing a coat, weren’t you?” Bernadette says, right before scurrying off to the bedroom.
“Yes, by all means, please just disappear and leave me alone withthisguy!”
Keaton is grinning at me. “We aren’t exactly alone. Maybe it just feels that way to you.”
“Are you following me again?”
“Are you crying again?”
“Why would I cry?”
“Did you hear about the amazing couples-resort getaway that we aren’t invited to?”
“Yes. Why would I cry about that? I’m not a couple. If you want to go, find a girl and book a room.”
