Page 95 of All This Time
Dilynne taps her chin in thought before her whole face lights up. “Oh my God. I have a brilliant idea!”
“Really? What?”
Rubbing her palms together, she shakes her head at me. “Nope, I want this one to be a surprise.”
“Dear God. That means it’s probably going to make me question our friendship, doesn’t it?”
She nods slowly. “Yup, but I guarantee the girls will get a kick out of it.”
I press the heel of my hand to my forehead. “I don’t know whether to just let this happen or fight it.”
“Even if you fight me, you know you won’t win.”
“This is true.” The sound of my glucose monitoring app interrupts our conversation. My blood sugar is low, so I need to eat something. But within a matter of seconds, my phone dings with a text.
Fletcher:You’d better be reaching for food as I type this.
Rolling my eyes, I pick up my phone to text him back.
“Who’re you talking to?” Dilynne asks.
“It’s Fletcher. Remember how I said he added himself to my account to get notified about my blood sugar?”
Dilynne chuckles. “Jesus. You sure Fletcher agreed to just orgasms?”
I ignore her insinuation and text him back.
Me:I have a muffin waiting for me in the car.
Fletcher:I wish I was eating your muffin right now.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” Dilynne turns her head to read my text, her lips scrunching up as she does. “Aw, come on, Adams. You can do better than that.”
I turn my back to her to type my response.
Me:Dilynne says you can do better than that.
Fletcher:So Dilynne knows about us?
Me:She does. She was asking about what happened at the bar, so I told her. She is my best friend, you know…
Fletcher:It’s fine. But I have a request for you…
Me:Okay.
Fletcher:Next time I see you, you’d better not be wearing any underwear. That way I can taste you even faster.
Dilynne smacks the counter beside me. “Hot damn! Now that was much better, Adams.” She slow claps. “Much better.”
“You were still reading my texts?” I say, pulling my phone against my chest while my body hums from Fletcher’s words.
“Girl, I could have stripped down until I was butt-ass naked and you probably wouldn’t have noticed with how engrossed you were in your phone just now.”
I roll my eyes just as Justin comes back over with my receipt, sliding it across the bar for me to sign. I do so, then slide it back to him, grateful for the distraction from Fletcher’s words and my best friend’s over exaggeration.
“Here’s your order, Dilynne.” He places a paper bag on the counter in front of her.
