Page 20 of Seducing my Best Friend
“Whatcha eating?” she asked.
“Cereal.”
“Want me to call you back?”
“No, it’s cool. What’s up?”
“I was calling to ask you the same question.”
I furrowed my brow. “Oh?”
“You weren’t in the mood for a family dinner last night, huh?”
“Definitely not.”
“Well, thanks for the heads up. I was stranded by myself with all of Mom’s tennis buddies.”
“Dave wasn’t there?”
“No, he’s in Austin on business.”
I laughed. “The business of visiting micro-breweries.”
“No shit. He sent me a picture of him and one of the guys he works with drinking stout halfway through my third wine spritzer. I nearly forked my own eyes out.”
“Sorry to leave you hanging like that.”
“I forgive you.”
“And Mom?”
“Mortally wounded. Practically ready to disown you.”
“Oh god. Do you think I need to call her and apologize?”
“That’s up to you. I don’t really care since I left this morning. So I don’t have to listen to her talk about how her own son can’t make time for her, but if you feel like sparing Dad…”
“I told her I wasn’t coming.”
“To be honest, I think you did her a favor. Your absence really helped her build rapport with her bitter friends.”
I rolled my eyes. “What a drama queen.”
“Yes. That was the theme of the evening.”
“Sorry I missed it.”
“No you’re not, but that’s okay.”
“Thanks.”
“Assuming you don’t miss my wedding.”
“Of course not,” I said. “Are you kidding? I’ve already started working on my speech.”
“Don’t feel like you have to embarrass me. You could always surprise everyone and make me look good.”
“Yeah, right,” I said. “If there’s any day you’re going to need taken down a peg or two, it’s going to be on the happiest day of your life.”
