Page 28 of Now That It's You
“That one’s drizzled with rosemary-infused olive oil and dusted with truffle salt,” Meg said. “The one we had earlier was popped in bacon grease and laced with chives and bacon crumbles.”
Kendall grinned and shoved another handful of popcorn in her mouth. “If there’s anything better than having a caterer for a best friend, I don’t know what it is.”
“How about a really wealthy best friend who likes to shower all her pals with cash?”
Kendall snorted and chewed her popcorn. “Can’t help you there. I take it you’re still stressed about getting the money for Matt’s parents?”
Meg shrugged. “I’m working on it. I’m pretty close. I have a job in three days for a charity event at Sunridge Vineyards that should have about three hundred guests. If I take the check from that and call the lender for my student loan to ask for just a few extra weeks?—”
“This is bullshit.”
Meg sighed. “Don’t start.”
“Come on, I was sitting right there in your living room when Matt offered to take those stupid cookbook photos. He said, and I quote, ‘You can pay me in blowjobs, babe.’ Didn’t he even write it on a napkin?”
“Ew.” Meg made a face. “We were all tipsy that night. How do you remember that?”
“I was scarred for life by the visual. I just remember he was a royal prick about it. Very condescending.”
“It was a long time ago,” Meg said for lack of anything better to offer.
“Not really. You guys were only a few months from the wedding at that point, weren’t you?”
“We both had a lot on our minds.”
“You mean like how to bone someone else before walking down the aisle?” Kendall stuffed another handful of popcorn in her mouth. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound harsh,” she puffed around the kernels. “But seriously, what in the world would possess him to stick his dick in another woman when he had a beautiful, willing partner at home?”
“I have no idea.” Meg poked a finger into the popcorn bowl, not willing to admit how often she’d wondered the same damn thing. Not willing to admit how often she’d wondered if she’d done something to drive him to want to sleep with someone else.
Deep down, didn’t that cross the mind of every woman whose man found himself in another woman’s bed?
Floyd stood up and stretched, then dropped down onto the couch beside Meg. He cast a disdainful look at Kendall, then bumped the bottom of the popcorn bowl with his head.
“Cut it out, asshole cat,” Kendall muttered.
Floyd responded by purring and rubbing his mouth on Kendall’s arm, leaving a streak of drool across her wrist.
“I swear you have the weirdest cat on the planet,” Kendall muttered. “He only likes people who insult him.”
“Which explains why he loves you.” Meg scooped up her indignant feline and rubbed behind his ears. Floyd growled and struggled to get down, so Meg set him on the ground at her feet. He gave a plaintive meow and twined himself around Kendall’s ankles a few times before jumping back on the couch. He stomped across their laps and headed for the far end of the sofa where he curled up and fell asleep.
Kendall picked up the remote and aimed it at Meg’s television. “You want to watch another episode?”
Meg shrugged and stroked a hand down Floyd’s back. “I’m kinda burned out on all the kissing. Let’s watch something else.”
“You? Burned out on kissing? This is a first.”
Meg reached up and touched her earlobe, then thought of Kyle. She felt her face flush with heat and she dropped her hand to her lap feeling a weird mix of guilt and desire.
“What?” Kendall said, watching her face. “What is it?”
Meg bit her lip. “I almost kissed Kyle last night.”
Kendall blinked at her. “You did?”
“Or he almost kissed me. I’m not really sure. It all happened so fast.”
“Why did you stop?”
