“I’ll just go check on her,” I say. Maybe I’ll sneak out the back door while I’m at it.
I toss my napkin onto the table beside my plate and walk into the hallway. She’s leaning against the wall with her hands covering her face. For a second, I think she’s crying, but when she looks at me, laughing, I chuckle first then laugh with her.
“Holy f**k. Two weeks.” She laughs louder and covers her mouth. “Two weeks and then a lifetime of cheating on each other and pretending we don’t when we’re in public.”
I frown, start to object, but she cuts me off.
“Don’t pretend like it isn’t your plan. Like you don’t have some bottle blonde living in your place right now.” She shrugs. “It’s okay. I’m not exactly spending my nights alone. A girl’s got needs. Dreams.” She looks me up and down. “And you’re
