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I was the object of a concerted, multiple front attack, and the general in charge was the only woman I’d had a personal conversation with in the last six months.
If you didn’t count my commentary on Layla’s buttery smooth legs.
Okay, maybe the second woman. But still.
I leaned in and tried to hiss, but it came out more like slur, “I know what you’re doing.”
Jenna’s eyes went wide, “Me?”
“You lured me here under false pretenses, and then you tried to get me drunk,” I accused.
“Did I now?” Jenna breezed. “And why ever would I do that?” she asked with an arched brow.
“You think I need…..friends,” I sniffed.
“Oh, sweetie,” Jenna whispered, grabbing my arm and tugging. “We’ll be back,” she called over her shoulder as I stumbled behind her.
We wound our way through the dining room, living room, and then up the stairs, all the way to the back of the house, into what must have been Jenna and Talon’s room.
The room looked like Jessica McClintock circa 1992 threw up in it, but it was pretty in an old school, floral kind of way, which surprised me because Jenna usually dressed like she was heading to a rock concert that happened to be staged at a biker rally.
“So many flowers,” I whispered, falling onto the bed.
Jenna lowered herself into a chair much more gracefully. “What do you think is going on here, Anna?” Jenna asked.
I tried to sit up, felt dizzy, and gave up. I flopped backwards, doing my best starfish imitation. “You’re being nice to me. You think I need girlfriends.”
“Do you?” Jenna asked, her voice soft.
“Yes. No. Probably.” The only women besides Stella and my mom that I ever crossed paths with were colleagues. Or clients. Neither offered much in the way of companionship. And I tried not to foist my loneliness off on Stella. Even though I felt it. God, did I feel it.
“How do you usually spend your evenings?”
“Work,” I said, holding up a finger.
“Okay, what about your weekends?”
“Also, work,” I answered, adding another finger to the first.
“Well, what about when you go out?”
“I don’t,” I answered, dropping my arm to my side.
“Ever?”
“Nope.”
“Not even with your husband?”
And I couldn’t help it.
I snorted a laugh that turned into tears, and I couldn’t stop.
“Hey, now,” Jenna crooned, making her way onto the bed beside me.
She helped me to sitting and then put her arm around me.
And I let her.
