Jessica and Gabby were there sitting on the wicker chairs.
“Oh, hey. I went for a walk around the house. I didn’t know you guys were out,” I said, sitting in the open lounger, trying to look casual, like I hadn’t just been making out with our host in the garage.
“We knocked on your door, but you didn’t answer,” Gabby said. “Figured you were taking a nap or something. God, that dog is obsessed with you.”
I looked and laughed. Hunter had his nose pressed right on the window, breathing heavily. There were two foggy breath trails under his nostrils on the glass and his ear was inside out. He had a dragonfly on his head.
“Was the guy out there?” Gabby peered around me to the yard. “Chopping wood or…？”
“What guy?” I asked, playing dumb.
“Uh, the hot check-in guy? With the tattoos?”
I shrugged. “Didn’t see him.”
Jessica flipped through a magazine. “Maybe you should go look. Put another toy into the rotation.”
“I bet he’s outdoorsy,” Gabby said. “He looks outdoorsy. He probably smells like campfire smoke.”
“Motor oil,” Jessica said dryly. “He screams ‘I can change spark plugs.’”
Gabby laughed, and I pressed my lips into a line.
“My boyfriend before Philip was like that,” Gabby said. “He was a contractor. Handy. Did all the woodsy stuff, hunting, fishing. They bring ticks into the bed. Actual wood ticks. It’s like letting a dirty dog sleep next to you.”
Jessica chuckled.
“I’m serious,” Gabby said. “And they’re always bleeding.” She made a face.
I gave her a look. “Bleeding?”
“Yeah. They have cuts on their hands and bug bites. Perpetually. They just bleed, all over your thousand-thread-count Egyptian sheets.” She shivered.
Jessica talked to her magazine. “Don’t discourage her. Those guys are fun to play with.”
Gabby gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Yeah. They’re in shape, they’re low maintenance. They’ll churn you like butter. Just take them to a hotel, don’t bring them home.”
“Why the hell would she bring him home?” Jessica winced.
“What’s wrong with bringing him home?” I asked, looking back and forth between them.
They both stared at me like I’d just told a joke.
“Your dad would love that,” Jessica mumbled, going back to her magazine.
Gabby guffawed. “Can you imagine? ‘Dad, I know my last boyfriend was chief of surgery, but here’s this guy who can build me a deer stand.’”
They both laughed.
“He could be really nice,” I said, a little too defensively.
Jessica lowered the corner of her issue of Vogue. “You think your dad cares one ounce if he’s nice?” She scoffed. “Remember that lawyer I set you up with at Marcus’s firm? Adrian? Right before Neil? He was nice. Your dad acted like you brought a registered sex offender to brunch. He gave you so much crap, you never saw him again. And Adrian was a lawyer, not a guy with a GED, tattoos, and wood ticks.”
Gabby looked at her nails. “Your family’s like royalty. They’ll only marry you off to someone who will strengthen a medical alliance.”
I snorted, even though it wasn’t funny.
“I hate to say it, but your next guy is going to have very big shoes to fill,” Jessica said, looking back at her page. “If he doesn’t have the words ‘world renowned’ on his résumé, don’t bother.”
Gabby nodded to the house. “Forget your parents. Could you imagine bringing a guy like that home to Philip and Marcus?” She sucked air through her teeth. “They’d eat him alive.”
Jessica shook her head at her article. “Philip would probably talk to him about stock portfolios just to be a dick.”
Gabby laughed. “Marcus probably wouldn’t talk to him at all.”
My face fell, and I sat back in my chair and twisted my bracelet around my wrist. I felt like someone had pushed all the wind out of me.
They weren’t saying anything I didn’t already know. But to hear it in no uncertain terms was sobering.
“He is cute though,” Gabby said. “Kinda looks like Scott Eastwood. If he’s single, you should play with him.” She bounced her eyebrows.
I rubbed my forehead. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’m gonna be up for it. Actually, I think I’m getting a migraine.” At this point it technically wasn’t even a lie. This discussion was making my head hurt. “I might let you guys go to dinner without me tonight.”