Weak in the Knees

Harley

We poked fun at Rick in his absence while we waited for him to arrive. After receiving a text message, Mason informed us that Rick was running a little bit behind and got caught up in traffic, so Laina went into the kitchen and reduced the heat on the curry to let it simmer and stay hot until he arrived.

I joined her in the kitchen and topped up my sangria from the massive punch bowl filled with fruit and ice floating around in the cherry-purple concoction. “Want some?” I offered.

Laina lifted her cup from where it was on the counter. “I already topped off my drink. Thanks, though.” She turned to face me, leaned against the counter, and crossed her arms under her breasts. “So?”

“So what?”

“How are you feeling? Are you nervous about seeing him?”

I gave her a flat look. “Babe, I don’t get nervous. This is Rick we’re talking about. It will be great to see him.”

She arched a skeptical eyebrow. “Right.”

“I mean it. I’m moving on. I can’t stay hung up on him when I know he’s probably