She cut me off with a deathly sharp glare. “Don’t.”
“Seeing anyone?” I finished, hoping she didn’t catch the way I changed course instead of asking if she was fucking my boyfriend.
Morgan worked her jaw back and forth, her nerves shifting to a different vibration and somehow…finally, telling on her.
“Morgan.”
“What?”
“Whose tank top is that?” I pointed at a yellow lace tank top on the arm of her couch that looked a lot more like lingerie than it did outerwear.
Her eyes went wide, and she snatched it, balling it up and shoving it between her and the side of the couch. “What tank top?”
“Yellow has never been your color,” I reminded her.
Made her look like a scarecrow, she used to say, too pale and too blonde to pull off the color of sunshine on top of it all.
“It’s nobody,” she said. “Just a girl.”
“Just a girl.” I rolled my eyes at her. “How long has she been just a girl for?”
“Not long.” She shrugged. “After Halloween.”
That tracked with the timeline of her weirdness, but it wasn’t like Morgan to hide the details of her relationships from me. We’d always been open and very frank with each other about our escapades. Hell, I’d even had that plug in me around her, so for her to hide a girl from me was very out of character.
“Why didn’t you say anything about her?” I asked.
“It’s just new,” she said.
“What else, Morg?”
My phone buzzed in my pocket, an alarm letting me know it was time to leave for work. I scratched the side of my chin, hoping that she would be honest with me and not continue to be an awkward liar. Just because Cory had moved to LA and just because we lived together didn’t mean the need for my best friend was suddenly gone. In fact, it was because of those things that I really needed her more than ever. There were a lot of changes, a lot of adjustment, and Cory was always easy to talk to, but he wasn’t Morgan.
“I just don’t want to interfere in your time with Cory,” she said, and it almost sounded like the truth.
“I see him more now than I did before. We’ll survive if I take some time to spend with you.”
She arched a brow.
“He will,” I assured her.
Morgan made a dismissive sound in the back of her throat and checked her phone. Her cheeks went dark, and I wondered if it was a message from whatever mystery girl she was suddenly and secretly involved with.
“I don’t want you to be late to work,” she said.
“I won’t be.” I hesitated before leaving. “Will you bring this girl to Thanksgiving?”
“It’s new,” she repeated, more of a whisper.
“Cory was new once,” I said.
Morgan sighed. “I’ll think about it.”
“Will you come have a drink later and tell me about her?” I asked. “You know Thursdays can be slow.”
She snorted, shaking her head. “Bar therapy? It’s been years since I’ve needed that.”
“If you want it…” I shrugged and shoved my hands into my pockets. “I’ve got to head out, though, and I…”
