Page 56 of Definitely (Maybe) Dating
Piper looked up. “We moved onto a new topic, remember?”
“You moved on to a new topic. I’m still caught up on you and Josh.”
“There isn’t a me and Josh. Fun, remember?”
“Barely.” Jillian sighed.
“You did it,” Piper said to Darcy, remembering how Margo watched her Ps and Qs around her. Gone were her horns and bad attitude, leaving a pleasant mother-of-the-groom. Grandmother. “What magic did you weave?”
“My adorable daughter.”
She thunked her head again. “So there’s no hope for me.” She looked up. “Actually, failing isn’t an option. I have a whole lot of people who I refuse to let down.”
“Then you have to get her to think it was her idea,” Darcy advised. “Tell her stories of the girls she’ll help. And if you can’t appeal to her softer side, don’t be afraid to show your fangs. Margo is like a bulldog with a bone when it comes to her ideas. She’s only playing nice because of Kylie. But for her to agree, you’re going to have to make a good case.”
“That shouldn’t be hard. The girls’ art won’t be anywhere near her auction.”
“My advice? Meet on neutral ground and go into the meeting with a few votes in your pocket.”
Jillian took a sip of “mommy juice” then leaned in to whisper as if anything could carry over the crowd. “How is it that all the Eastons are so freaking hot? Every single one. It must be some recessive gene. There’s not an average one in the group.”
“Any one in particular you find hotter than the rest?” Darcy asked, and Jillian was suddenly interested in her drink. “That’s what I thought.”
“Who?” Piper asked, relieved to be out of the hot seat.
“Clay, that’s who. Every time he’s around, Jillian gets all flustered and finds a reason to go to the opposite side of the room.”
Jillian rolled her eyes. “I don’t get flustered. Besides, I’m like a married-divorced-and-single-mom older than him.” She looked at Piper. “Plus, flirting with a guy who’s in my social circle is nothing but trouble.”
“Then flirt with someone else,” Darcy said. “You’ve been divorced over two years, it’s time you had some fun.”
“Agreed,” Piper said, and Jillian became flustered.
“I’m more interested in who Josh wanted you to meet earlier,” she said.
Piper shrugged. She wasn’t going there.
“My guess, it was a rouse,” Darcy said.
“Based on the lack of lipstick and the way she’s turning beat red I have to agree.”
“Do you think this is a date?”
“Absolutely,” Darcy said. “First, maybe second. She still has that collided with an Easton look about her.”
“Seriously, I’m right here,” Piper said. “And I don’t blush.” But she was so blushing.
“Here’s how Girls’ Night works,” Darcy explained. “Either you spill or we keep asking questions until we figure it out.”
“Plus, I haven’t been on a date since Obama was in office.” Elbows on the table, Jillian stacked her hands under her chin. “Let me live vicariously.”
Piper looked over at Josh, who was looking back. He lifted a questioning brow and then, as if he knew exactly what was happening, sent a cocky grin her direction.
You like me,he mouthed, and she rolled her eyes, then looked back to the table of awaiting expressions.
“We may have agreed to be here tonight at the same time,” she said, hoping Fate didn’t strike her dead for that lie.
“That sounds like a date,” Jillian said.
