Teagan scoffed. “Yeah, so did I.”
A knowing smile crept onto Sabrina’s lips. “Kyra change the color again?”
“This is thethirdtime, Bri. I may have to kill her if it happens again.”
“Sadly, you can’t kill her. She’s carrying your child.”
“A minor technicality. I could figure it out.” They laughed and talked colors and how the nursery had gone from pale yellow to sagegreen to the current lavender gray that Teagan had just finished up this week.
“At least you’ve probably become really great at painting,” Sabrina said. “Bright side?”
“There is that. I could probably hire myself out now. Start up my own painting business.” Teagan had moved into the kitchen as they talked, and now Sabrina could see them pop a K-Cup into the Keurig and wait for it to brew. “Tell me what’s up with you. Where are you now? Remind me.”
“Northwood, New York. Upstate. It’s a super cute little town. Work is fine. Same old same old. Fucking Bryce is here with me again, though.”
Teagan groaned their frustration, and Sabrina again felt an amazing sense of gratitude for this person who had once been her partner and was now her dearest friend in the world. “I don’t know why your mom finds it necessary to saddle you with him. Seriously, what’s the deal?”
Sabrina shook her head as she slid her eggs onto a plate, then took the phone with her to the dining room and propped it against a fake plant that doubled as a centerpiece. She sat down to eat as she answered. “I don’t know. It feels a lot like a babysitter.”
“Or a spy,” Teagan offered with an apologetic shrug.
“Or a spy.”
“Tell me about this Northwood.” Teagan also sat, sipped their coffee, and focused on the screen.
“As I said, it’s super cute. Small, but not teeny. It’s got a lake. I found a fun bar called Martini’s. My Airbnb is nice.” She shrugged as she forked some eggs into her mouth. “I haven’t had a ton of time to wander and explore yet.”
Teagan was staring at her through the phone. They were silent for a beat. For two. Three. Then they gasped and pointed a finger at the screen. “You met someone!”
Stupid fucking FaceTime.
“I hate you.” Sabrina knew better than to try to deny it. Not to Teagan. She couldn’t. Teagan would see right through her. They always did.
“You do not hate me. Now tell me. She hot?”
Sabrina laughed. “Right to the important stuff, I see.”
“Absolutely. She hot?” Teagan repeated.
This time when Sabrina sighed, it was soft. Dreamy. “Ridiculously.” She shook her head, lost in the memory of Adley in her back seat. “So ridiculously hot.”
“How’d you meet her?” Teagan propped their elbows on the counter, their chin in their hands. “Tell me the story.”
“I met her in a bar.”
“Original.”
“Ha.”
“The aforementioned Martini’s?”
Sabrina nodded.
“And?”
“And…I don’t know.” In that second, she knew she wasn’t ready to talk about Adley. But she alsoneededto talk about Adley. Because there was most definitely something a little different here. Something.
“You don’t know…what? I’m not following here. Talk to me like I’m a child.”
