Page 31 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
“Things could get sticky if you lust after your sister’s husband. What was that movie where the man was having an affair with his son’s wife?”
“Fiancée.”
“Not you, the movie.”
“In the movie, it was the son’s fiancée, not wife.”
“Oh.”
“Damage.”
“That’s right! Juliette Binoche. That woman is almost enough to make a gay man want to be straight.”
“Can we focus, please?”
“Yes.”
“They are all spending the night on the island. And my dad wants us to meet for brunch atthe clubin the morning.”
“You have a club?”
“He can sniff those places out with remarkable accuracy.”
“Hmm. Not a talent I’d want, but not a bad talent to have I suppose.”
“So, I’m going to need you to go with us.” I lower the proverbial hammer hoping Zach is in a generous mood.
“I’m pretty sure I’m busy tomorrow. Really busy.”
“Come on, Zach, please?”
Silence.
“Don’t make me go alone. Please. I’m begging you.”
More silence.
“I’ll be a fifth wheel if you don’t come. And you know how much I hate being any numbered wheel.”
“Fine. But you owe me.”
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I’ll do anything, just name it.”
“Perfect. You’re my new tango partner on Tuesday nights.”
Shit. Next to electricity, the only other thing I avoid at all costs is dancing.
Just. Kill. Me. Now.
“Shall I take a water taxi over now or in the morning?” he asks.
“Morning is fine. But first thing, okay?”
“First thing,” he repeats.
“Thank you, Zach. You are the best friend a girl could ever hope to have.”
“I know.”
