Page 99 of Comeback
“We all did,” I assure her.
“Now look at us.”
“Hey, I have no complaints on how I’m going to spend my evening.”
“That’s because when I get back, you’re going home to your hot man.”
My lips pull into a wide grin. Yes, yes, I am. “Don’t forget about the chicken nuggets and ice cream.”
She laughs, but it sounds strained.
“Come on. Tonight could be great. This guy, what’s his name again?”
“Bradley.”
“Bradley could sweep you off your feet, and by Christmastime, Greer will have a new daddy.”
An unladylike snort leaves her as she sits up. “I don’t know about that. Greer is still holding out hope for her real daddy to stop being such a selfish prick.”
“She deserves better,” I say, anger filling me at the thought of anyone leaving precious Greer and not wanting to be in her life. I get that parenting is different than being the fun aunt who babysits and lets you eat too much bad food.
“Ugh. Make me feel better. Tell me something terrible about Archer.” Olivia moves to her mirror with her makeup bag.
“I’m sorry. If there is anything terrible, I haven’t found it yet.”
She shoots me a smile over her shoulder. “Wow. Nothing?”
“He’s sweet, attentive, an unbelievable kisser…” I trail off, continuing to list a dozen more things I adore about him in my head. The man is not only incredibly considerate in his everyday actions, he’s the most attentive guy I’ve ever slept with. It’s like he doesn’t enjoy sex unless I do. What a novel concept.
When I glance up, Olivia is fighting a laugh.
“You’ve got it so bad.” Her lips pull into a wide smile.
There’s really no use in denying it. Olivia knows me too well to believe me if I lied anyway.
“I do, but it’s still new and casual, so we’re keeping that between us.”
This time she doesn’t hold back her laughter. “I see. Playing it cool until you have the talk about it being more serious?”
“I don’t even know if he wants serious.”
“Have you asked him?” Olivia coats her lips in a fiery red.
“No. I’m waiting for him to bring it up.”
She wipes off the lipstick and reaches for a more neutral shade. “Maybe he’s waiting for you to bring it up.”
“Oh yes, guys love it when women want to talk about relationship stuff.”
“I get the feeling Archer is different. Or at least, different when it comes to you.”
She turns to face me. Her makeup is simple, but she’s already stunning. “How do I look?”
“Hot. Likesuperhot.”
She laughs off my compliment.
“We’re both princesses,” Greer says from the doorway. She’s wearing her Princess Peach costume from last Halloween.
