Page 52 of The Girlfriend Game
After we pay and slip on our flip-flops, I finally answer the question she asked earlier that started this entire conversation.
“Fine, I’ll invite Zeke to the party. But please,”—I grab hold of her wrist to tug her back, emphasizing my distress—“do not bring this up to Zeke. Okay? Just promise me you will not mention anything about kids or the future. You got me?”
Kerry looks outraged, slipping out of my grasp to climb inside the driver’s seat of her minivan as I round the hood. “Why would I do that?”
I stare at her over the top of my sunglasses. When she’s buckled up behind the wheel, I turn to face her.
“Because you have a tendency to get involved in my love life.”
She scoffs and pulls out of the lot. “Ye of little faith. I promise I won’t say a thing.”
Right. I’ll believe that when I see it.
