Page 41 of You Girl (The Lucky Girls 3)

Michelle stands before me. She looks pale and worn out.

“What are you doing here?” I cry out. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“I’m bored of my house,” she says and flips her hair over her shoulder. “I hoped I could collapse on your couch, change of scenery and all that…I’m dying to know how your date went.”

I laugh. “I could have told you over the phone.”

“But then I’d still be stuck in my own bed, bored out of my mind,” she points out.

I let her in.

“Can I get you something?” I ask.

“Tea, if that’s not too much to ask. I can’t stomach coffee yet.”

I nod and we walk to the kitchen together. Michelle sags onto the bench in the breakfast nook.

“You can sit with Kylie in the living room while I do this,” I offer.

Michelle shakes her head. “I know you won’t tell me what happened with Kylie around. I’ll sit here with you while you brew tea and then we’ll go lie on the couch with her when I know every juicy detail.”

I laugh and nod, letting Michelle do what she wants. I put the kettle on the burner and prepare two cups of tea.

While the water heats on the stove, I make sandwiches for lunch.

“Can I make you a sandwich?” I ask.

“If it’s not too crazy, that would be great,” Michelle says. “Just peanut butter or something simple.”

I nod and add two more slices. I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Kylie, just peanut butter for Michelle, and cheese and tomato for me.

“So, tell me!” Michelle says. “You’re keeping me in suspense here.”

I laugh. “It’s crazy. The Mason you keep talking about and the one I keep talking about…are one and the same.”

“What?” Michelle blinks at me with wide eyes. “You slept with Mason Gill!?”

“Hush,” I laugh. “Lower your voice or Kylie will hear. But yeah, turns out the Mason who didn’t call me back is some hotshot footballer. Trust me not to know who he was.”

Michelle shakes her head. “I can’t believe it. How don’t you know who he is? Do youwatchfootball?”

“Actually, no,” I admit. “Not since David.”

“Right,” Michelle says. “So, I bet you were pissed at him for not calling you back. Did you have it out with him?”

“In a way,” I say and try to hide a smile.

“No!” Michelle’s face goes from surprise to glee. “You went home with him again!”

I nod and blush, feeling self-conscious.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Does he want to see you again?” Michelle asks.

I nod. “He said he wanted to call me the first time, too, but his mom got sick and he didn’t get around to it.”

“That’s sweet. I’m sorry to hear about his mom…but the big question remains.”

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