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“So good,” Francesca moans around her fork.
“So, so good,” Fawna does the same thing.
“So, so, so good,” I mock moan, and we all start laughing.
Once we stop, we eat like women who give zero shits about carbs and calories until everything is gone.
After gorging myself, I sit back and sigh. “No drink or drug could give as much comfort as an amazing meal with friends. True friends, who will not bring up any part of the last two days and ruin this feeling.”
Their silence is enough for me to believe they’ll let me off.
Content, I push back in my chair, stand up, and begin cleaning up the table.
“My green beer was like a big hug,” Fawna states as she begins to help clear the table littered with containers.
“It was amazing,” Francesca assures her.
“Truly was,” I concur.
As we walk to the sink, the doorbell rings, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. The only people who would come to my house without a call or text are salespeople—or an infuriatingly hot neighbor.
“I’ll get?—”
“Do not answer that door until I look at my app,” I cut Francesca off.
“It could be Dromida.” Fawna sets the containers on the island, and then they both hurry to the door.
“Oh my God, can’t you wait?” I toss the empty containers into the garbage then dig into my pocket to find out who it is.
But I’m too late.
“Oh my God, look at this little baby,” Fawna gushes.
“This is Muffy, the Great Pyrenees and golden retriever puppy,” a deep voice says with a chuckle.
Oh, hell no. No. No. No. He can’t be here. And Muffy? No man should name his dog Muffy.
“Can I hold her?” Fawna asks.
I wanna strangle her.
“Sure.”
Fawna coos, “You are so precious. So very precious.”
“Are you the lady of the house?” he asks.
“Why does your daddy think Francesca’s the lady of the house and not me, huh, Muffy?”
“Power of deduction,” he says.
What the hell does that even mean?
“The lady is right inside. Come on in,” Francesca says as she walks inside from the mudroom.
Arms crossed, I stand on the opposite side of the island when a hot neighbor—but not Gym Bro—walks in, smiling.
“You must be the lady of the house.”
