Page 70 of That Moment
She hums, skeptical. “And that’s working for you?”
I shrug, staring at the glass wall where the brewery tanks gleam in the afternoon light. “It’s better than pretending he’s someone he’s not. We’re both adults. We’re just…enjoying whatever this is until it stops being enjoyable.”
Brooklyn snorts. “You say that like you didn’t practically float into the office the other day after you saw him.”
“That was caffeine.”
“That was a post-sex glow, babe.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Even so, that doesn’t mean I can’t be glowing from sex with him without it being more than that. Orgasms are healthy.”
“Whatever you say, Adrienne. Honestly, though, I’ll support you, we all will. If you want a sexy fling with Scotty, go for it. ” She tips her head. “But you already know this, so what’s the real reason you wanted to see me?”
I hesitate, then smile. “Fine, you got me. After some much-needed self-reflection and handling this fling like an adult, I need a night out. Us girls. No men, no shop talk, no one asking me for legal clauses or relationship advice I’m not qualified to give.”
“I am absolutely down. Tyler owes me a mom night anyway; he went out with the boys the other night.”
“Good. I’ll text everyone, see what night works.”
“Make it Saturday,” she says immediately. “We have a kid thing with Amelia and Dolly on Friday.”
“Saturday it is.”
Brooklyn stands, smoothing her blazer. “Perfect. I’ll find something I can still fit into after twins. And you find a dress that could make a man reconsider his life choices.”
I snort. “You’re assuming I want to make anyone reconsider anything.”
“You do, trust me. A fling with Scotty doesn’t last longer than an appetizer, so you need to start looking for your main course,” She winks, heading for the door. “Text the group. I’ll get the sitter.”
After she leaves, I grab my phone and open our group chat.
Me:Girl’s night. Fort Collins. Saturday. Drinks, dancing, debauchery. Who’s in?
Replies start lighting up my screen almost instantly.
Brooklyn:OBVIOUSLY.
Amelia:Please. If I don’t have a kid-free night soon, I might cry.
Juniper:I’m driving. Nobody argues.
I dance in my chair with excitement. I haven’t gone out and just let my hair down in a minute without the thought of a man at the end of the night.
Me:Done. Saturday it is.
Then I pause. Saturday night means Sunday morning, 8 a.m. Mustang rebuild with Scotty. I chew my lip, thumb hovering over the keyboard. I almost make a comment about needing to be home at a halfway decent hour, so I don’t show up hungover tomorrow, but then I decide against it.
Fuck it.
I drop my phone back into my purse. Maybe I don’t have everything figured out with Scotty. But I can have one damn night with my girls before I figure that mess out, some shots, a lot of laughter, and zero overthinking.
Saturday night sneaks up on me faster. There’s a pile of unselected dresses and next to it, the shoes I discarded in a tangled pile.
Dolly’s perched on my bed with a glass of wine, watching me panic. “You realize we’re going to a bar in Fort Collins, right?”
I glare at her over my shoulder. “I need options.”
“You need to post pictures in that outfit becausewow.”
