Chapter 31

Chapter Thirty-One

“Sounds like you’re the one who needs to be told to back off,” Abigail remarked from the other end of the phone, her tone teasing but pointed.

“Why? He likes her, she likes him—just get together already! What’s the hold-up?” Sarah demanded, frustration bubbling in her voice.

“Because she wants to do it right,” Louise replied matter-of-factly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “She can keep her thighs closed for six months. Lord knows I’ve been doing it for… well, it doesn’t matter how long.”

Genevieve shook her head slightly, stirring the pasta sauce she’d been simmering for hours. It was the weekend, and although she was still working on the Diego Track report, her roommates had surprised her with a group call, pulling her away from her work for a moment.

“I just don’t get it!” Sarah shouted, exasperated. “He’s hot. He’s rich. He’s sweet. He’s not pushy. And did I mention he’s rich?”

“You’ve said those two already,” Becca chimed in, trying to be helpful.