Jennifer sat on the loveseat across from us with a mimosa in her hand. After a long study of Kimberly, she shifted her eyes to me.

She took a drink. Then, another.

“What?” I asked.

She shook her head. “You two make me sick.”

“Why?” Kimberly asked.

She kept her eyes trained on me. “How long have you been here?”

“On earth? Thirty-one years.”

“No, you big dumb dork. Here. At her house?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Too long,” she said. “That’s how long.”

Kimberly gasped. “Jennifer!”

She looked at Kimberly. “Well. He’s cutting into our time.”

“Spend more time with Tito,” I said with a laugh.

“I spent time with him last night. He came by to fix my computer.”

Kimberly leaned forward. “He did what?”

“Fixed my computer. He’s a computer tech. A good one, too. He cleaned all the viruses I got from those porn sites, fixed the hard drive, and now I’m up and running.”

Kimberly looked at me. “Tito fixes computers?”

“He’s good at anything to do with computers,” I said. “He got a scholarship to MIT, but didn’t go.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. He even got job offers from the government to hack into the hacker’s computers, but he didn’t accept them. He just does his own thing.”

“Wow. That’s incredible.”

“What’s incredible is that you’re still here,” Jennifer said in a snide tone.

I gestured toward her flute of juice-laced champagne. “Who drinks at ten in the morning, anyway?”

She waved her hand toward Kimberly. “We used to. Now I do. Alone. You’ve changed things. That’s why I’m here. It’s time for you to go home, Dolla.”

“Quit calling me that. My name’s Cash.”

“To me, you’ll always be Dolla Bill.”

She finished her mimosa in one gulp, set the glass aside, and then covered her face with her hands. “My life is over.”

“What’s wrong?” Kimberly asked.

“I’ve got to beg him to come over. I think he’s embarrassed about his mouth. Jaw. Whatever. All the wires.” She lifted her head and looked at me. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be riding your buddy’s dick right now.”

“A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do,” I said. “Sorry.”

She thrust her face into her open hands “Sorry doesn’t get me laid.”

Jennifer was an active part of Kimberly’s life no differently than the fellas were an active part of mine. I liked it that the three of us were becoming friends. Despite her theatrics, she was friendly, jovial, and always playful.

“If you want to get laid, all you’ve got to do is go down to the 7-Eleven, buy a bottle of water, and then drop it on the floor in front of the checkout.”

She glared at me. “How’s that going to get me laid?”

“I’ve never been in there that there wasn’t fifteen or twenty people in line. If you bent over to pick it up, someone would ask you out. Why don’t you go try it?”

“What are you saying?”

Kimberly snorted. “I think he’s saying your shorts are too short. Without saying your shorts are too short.”

She reached between her thighs and tugged against the denim. “They’re not too short.”

“If you say so.”

As Jennifer made another mimosa, I sipped my coffee and pulled Kimberly tight against my shoulder. My life had changed in the last few weeks. The differences weren’t anything I was searching for, but I welcomed them without question.

I couldn’t argue with how she made me feel.

When Jennifer returned, she looked at us and shook her head. “Aren’t you two cute. The big bad biker and the prom queen all snuggled together on the couch.”

I turned to face Kimberly. “You were prom queen?”

She smiled. “It was a long time ago.”

“But, you were?”

“I was.”

Jennifer raised her glass to her mouth, paused, and cocked one eyebrow the best she could. “What have you done that’s noteworthy, Dolla?”

I thought about her question for an inordinate amount of time. After coming to the realization that I’d done not one thing worth mentioning, I decided the last two weeks contained the most notable accomplishment of my life.

“Nothing.” I kissed Kimberly. “Until now.”