Page 20 of Wild Flower

Miranda:Can you confirm that Archer took care of her?

Hemorethan took care of her.

Miranda:I just want a little leverage for when I see her at work, so I can get all the details!

Allthe details? I’m not sure my cousin knows what she’s asking for.

Miranda:So spill! Tell me what happened so I can taunt my boss.

Boss? Or best friend? I scroll back through the messages, realizing she said both. I wrack my brain to remember what Miranda does for a living. She works at a flower shop, I think, creating wedding bouquets or something.

Thankfully, that’s her last text message, even though Miranda would prefer to write a whole novel via text than actually hit the call button.

I stare at my phone, trying to decide the best way to approach this. Obviously, Miranda has no idea I was involved. Nor does she realize in whose deviant hands she left her friend ...

Finn:Is your friend named Becca?

Better make sure I’m talking about the right person, not that there were multiple silver-haired goddesses blooming undercapable handslast night.

Miranda:Yes!

Miranda:OMG! Did he talk to you about her?

Yes, but not in the way you think. And clearly, I’ve unleashed a beast, because several more beeps come at me in fast succession.

Miranda:Did it look like they hit it off?

Miranda:Did he give her his number?

Miranda:Are they going to make beautiful silver-haired babies.

Miranda:OMG! If they had babies, their kids would be GORGEOUS! I mean, they’ll cast entire elven fantasy movies with their spawn.

Miranda has a flair for the dramatic.

Finn:Is your boyfriend so bad in bed that you need to live vicariously through whatever your friend did?

Miranda:OMG! Did he take her home?

Wow. She didn’t even blink at that dig at Kyle. Poor dude.

Finn:He did not take her home. She left after eating her dessert.Why don’t you ask your friend about it, instead of me?

I stare at that text message after I’ve sent it. That’s shit advice. My phone is going to blow up the second Miranda realizes I was involved last night.

But also … isn’t this Becca’s call? She can tell her friend about her night if she wants to. Or maybe Becca isn’t the type to … orgasm and tell.

Miranda:Becca likes to be discreet.

Hmmmm, our little Wild Flower likes to keep her secrets.

Finn:Not sure what you want from me.

Miranda:Dirt.

Finn:You’re the one who works in a flower shop.

Miranda:Ha. Ha.

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