Page 70 of Pretty Wild
I snort. “You’re acting more like gossiping women right now, you realize that, right?”
Logan shrugs. “You think she’s not over at Blair and Gabe’s talking about it with the rest of the women?”
Is she? I wonder why I never really thought about what the women are all sitting around and chatting about. I mean, I’ve never cared, because I’ve never had a woman as part of the group. Well, not that she’s my woman. Ryan’s just my…what? We have an arrangement, and it’s fun. That’s exactly what it is. It’s also temporary. Something we both agreed on. So why does the thought of her hanging with my friends’ wives and girlfriends make me…content?
“I’m guessing they’re on the second pitcher of margaritas by now, and the conversation has turned to sex,” Gabe states, holding a bottle and feeding his daughter.
“Really? They sit around and talk about that?” I ask, completely flabbergasted by this revelation.
“Of course they do. Women share everything, man,” TD says.
Logan nods. “Everything.”
“Everything?”
Gavin nods in agreement, smiling. “It’s true.”
“Huh,” I reply, staring into the fire.
“Yep. Women overshare. By now, they’re probably comparing the sizes of…you know.”
My mouth drops open. “Seriously?”
All four of them nod.
“I don’t…I, uh, I don’t need to know about…that. I mean, let’s not discuss the sizes of our…” I take off my hat and run my hands through my hair.
“Agreed,” they all insist in unison.
“But that does bring us back to the original question. What’s going on with you and Ryan?”
I shrug, wishing I were drinking a beer. Or a shot of Jack. Something. “We’re hanging out. She’s pretty cool.”
“Cool,” Logan says, as if that’s the understatement of the year. “She’s fucking famous, dude.”
I lift my shoulders, recalling all the stuff I found online about her. I haven’t searched her name since, so I’m sure I didn’t even scratch the surface of information on the internet. “She’s just…Ryan.”
TD laughs. “Just Ryan. My friend, she’s way more thanJust Ryan. She’s got her own TV show. And makeup line. And whatever else Ellie mentioned.”
“Her parents are a movie producer and a former model,” Logan adds.
“No shit?” Gavin asks, though it’s not really a question.
“You’ve heard of Douglas Marcotte, right? He produced that big action movie last summer. It won the Academy Awards for Best Picture and Supporting Actress,” Logan informs Gavin.
“How do you know that?” Gabe asks, his eyes dancing with humor.
Logan shrugs. “Hallie. She watches all that reality TV bullshit and entertainment shows. Plus, when she met Ryan she went allMagnum P.I.on the internet and read everything she could about her.”
“Magnum P.I.?” TD asks with a chuckle.
“You know what I mean. We watched that damn finale of her show everyone’s talking about the other night. I can’t believe what that fucker did to her,” Logan says, shaking his head as he adjusts his daughter in his arms.
“You watch her show?” Gabe asks his brother-in-law with wide eyes.
“I watch it with Hallie,” Logan insists.
“Wait, go back to the first part. What happened on the show?” I ask, suddenly very interested.
