Olivia
Uncle Lou had called again to make sure Olivia and all her siblings made an effort to pay their respects in person and showed up for Uncle Janks’ services. Olivia hadn’t been able to make either the funeral or the burial, but she had called Manny and Max to give them her condolences, and she and Emi were now on their way to the repast after the burial.
Now she had Isaiah, her oldest brother, on the phone, following up on Uncle Lou’s request. “Yes, we’re on our way,” she said, rolling her eyes with a smile. “I just had to go home and change first. I didn’t want to show up in my scrubs.”
She thought about what she’d changed into: gray pinstriped slacks and a sheer long-sleeved black button-up top. It was supposed to be sexy when worn with a black silk bra that would show through. But she thought it inappropriate, so she’d worn it with a full black lacy camisole underneath instead. It did take from the dressiness, but she’d worn her big black pumps to dress up the outfit. Emi thought she looked nice and sexy. Her only other comment was reminiscent of one of Lorenzo’s comments the night they met. “How in the world do you walk in those high heels?”
Olivia swallowed hard, brushing away thoughts of him.
“Emi’s with you, right?” Isaiah asked.
“Yes, I’m right here,” her younger sister chirped since Isaiah voice was coming through the speakers.
“Good girls,” he said, and Olivia could practically hear her brother’s big smile.
“How did it go?” she asked.
“Not too good but don’t worry about anything,” he said quickly. “I got a plan. I’ll tell you about it when I’m off in a couple of days. In the meantime, you two just make sure Nathan stays out of trouble.”
Both she and Emi promised and Olivia hung up. “Okay co-pilot, which way now?”
Her sister gave her the turn by turn until they were at Moreno’s restaurant in downtown La Jolla, where the repast was being held. Her two other brothers, Nathan and AJ, had been able to make that morning’s burial, but Olivia had clients she couldn’t cancel on with such short notice, and Emi had her SAT’s to take. So now here they were, awkwardly entering the restaurant they’d heard so much about.
Since they’d all moved out to Southern California from Texas almost two years ago, per Uncle Lou’s insistence, they’d made an effort to spend time with their only California relatives. They’d only seen their uncles and cousin a handful of times a year before they’d moved here. Since moving out to California, just about every time they had spent time at their cousin Moe’s, one or more of his friends, the Morenos, had been around, and Olivia had heard much about their restaurants.
Her stomach churned as she and Emi let the hostess at the front know what dinner gathering they were there for. She knew exactly why her stomach was in knots but was trying not to think about it. Ever since the shock of finding out last week that Lorenzo was part of this family, she’d been trying not to freak out about the possibility of running into him again.
When they’d gotten the call about Uncle Janks’ passing and then Uncle Lou calling to make sure they would be attending at least one of the services, she tried to remain calm. She’d been around her cousin Moe’s good friends often enough for almost two years now and had never met Lorenzo. What were the odds that she’d be seeing him again so soon? What were the odds that she would be with someone who’d have mutual acquaintances with her! And what were the odds that the only one-night stand she’d ever had would turn out to be the best sex she’d ever experienced?
Granted technically she’d only ever had one other partner and the experiences she’d had with him surpassed what she was sure many girls—women—had likely ever experienced. But despite all that, she’d never felt with him what she felt the night she’d spent with Lorenzo. Of course, now she’d forever associate one-night stands with great sex and utter humiliation. Though she had a feeling the great sex part was likely just dumb luck.
She’d had a feeling from the moment she’d gotten a good look at all of him she’d be in for something amazing. Not just because he oozed sex appeal and confidence, but his eyes had taken hers hostage from the moment he first gazed at her. She’d also known that she shouldn’t expect anything beyond the one night, and she hadn’t. But she also hadn’t expected for him to bolt without so much as a goodnight kiss the moment it was over. The experience had started out as exciting and incredibly arousing as she expected a night with a man who carried himself like Lorenzo might be.
As silly as it seemed now, she remembered thinking how it felt almost fateful that he’d sat down next to her the second she’d convinced herself being at that bar that night had been a mistake. But the way it ended, especially after such unbelievable kisses, was mortifying and disheartening to say the least. She’d since decided she wasn’t the one-night stand type of girl and that was a onetime deal she’d never try again.
Running into him again had nothing to do with fate either. Clearly, he had no interest in more than what she’d given up to him already. She knew he wasn’t even interested in another round because he knew where she lived yet he hadn’t bothered to try to contact her. As of last week, he now had yet another way to try and get a hold of her, but he was making it as clear as he did that night that getting a hold of her for any reason was not on his to-do list. Try as she may to pretend it didn’t bother her even a little bit, deep inside it did. It shouldn’t. But it did. It was why she knew meaningless sex was not for her.
It did, however, serve its purpose. Ever since her night with Lorenzo, she’d stopped obsessing about the recent news she’d gotten via social media that her ex, Jay, was now engaged to Margie—her best friend. The only drawback was she’d started obsessing about her night with Lorenzo instead. But she didn’t think some harmless daydreaming about a meaningless night with someone she’d likely never see again was a big deal. That is, of course, until she found out she just may be running into him again. Not only was he related to the Moreno’s, Sal was going to be a regular client now.
Something else made this whole thing even worse. Since finding out last week that her one-night fling was related to the Morenos, a certain conversation had come to her. It was one she’d overheard earlier that year while hanging out at one of her cousin Moe’s barbeques with the girls. They’d been talking about kids, and she clearly remembered Sofia, Sal’s younger sister, saying her cousin Enzo was going to be an instant family man since he was now engaged to a girl with a daughter. The cousin she spoke of hadn’t been there that day, but Olivia remembered the conversation well because she’d thought the name unusual and asked if that was really his name or short for something else.
Yes, it’s short for Lorenzo.
What were the freaking odds that the one time she had let loose and done something so unlike her she’d end up with an engaged relative of the family she and her siblings had been getting closer to for months. A family she’d likely forever be in touch with? Since that was a while back, for all she knew, Lorenzo may already be married. It would certainly explain his hasty exit and his no need of her number for a possible follow up. Maybe the guilt had been too much to bear. Not only did she face the possibility of having to face him again now but having to face him and his wife. Wonderful.
The only thing she could hope for now was if that were the case—that he’d stepped out on his fiancée or possibly even wife—he wouldn’t be stupid enough to ever tell a soul about it. She certainly wouldn’t be telling anyone. Given his reaction to seeing her again at Sal’s place, she felt fairly confident that their night of lust would stay between just the two of them.
The hostess showed them to the staircase that led up to the banquet rooms where the dinner was being held. Both she and her sister took in the incredible detail in all the Mexican decorations and painted murals on the wall.
“Wow, Ollie, this place is way bigger and nicer than I expected,” Emilia said, her big eyes taking in the sights.
Olivia agreed, letting her sister slide this time for still calling her Ollie. Instead, she was glad for the brief distraction as they continued oohing and aahing all the way up the stairs. The hostess had told them the banquet room their dinner was in was the third door down, and they easily found the repast.
As expected in typical Hispanic fashion, rather than a banquet room full of somber people, music was playing, lots of cheerful conversation taking place, and food and drink flowing. Olivia and Emi followed their ears to the loudest table in the room, which of course led them to their uncles. Manny, Max, and cousin Moe, along with some other family members, sat talking loudly and laughing.
“Hey, pretty ladies,” Manny said when he saw them.
Instantly, they had the attention of everyone at the table, and Olivia felt her face heat. Olivia and Emi gave them all their condolences, while Moe kidded about the demons from hell who thought it was bad down there before cranky ass Janks showed up.
They’d been chatting with their uncles and cousin for all of ten minutes when Sal and his two brothers, Angel and Alex, arrived, and to Olivia’s horror, Lorenzo was with them. As if the sight of him alone weren’t breathtaking enough, he was in a dark blue military dress uniform, and he looked amazing. Olivia took advantage that they arrived all together to give them all a generic group hello but couldn’t even bring herself to make eye contact with him.
For once she was eternally grateful for Uncle Max’s nonstop talking. She concentrated on listening and laughed along with everyone else as he told the stories of Uncle Janks.
“You know the only one he never unleashed his foul mouth on was his wife, Aunt Martha. God rest her soul,” Manny said with a chuckle. “Oh, she kept that man on a tight leash, and he was on his best behavior around her always.”
“Yeah, he was,” Max laughed. “What was that he’d always say when she would call herself his trophy wife?”
Manny laughed so hard he wheezed. “That’s right. That’s right! His wuss ass would always wait until she was out of the room to ask, ‘What contest in hell did I ever win to end up with that trophy?’”
They all laughed, including Olivia and her sister. She wouldn’t turn and confirm it, but unlike last week when Lorenzo had barely acknowledged her, this time she’d thought she’d picked up on him stealing a few glances her way. And now from the corner of her eyes, she saw that he was staring at her, but she refused to turn and look.
Adding to her already unnerved state, Manny brought the attention back to her and Emi. “I talked to Nathan earlier. Says you’re still doing a helluva job,” he said with a big smile then turned to the rest of the crowd. “Ever since their mother’s passing a few years ago, this one”—he pointed at Olivia—“as young as she is, she stepped up and took on her mother’s role in that house. And let me tell you with four siblings those were some big shoes to fill. All the while she started up her own business too.”
“Wow,” she heard someone say, but whoever it was, was on her left where Lorenzo was still standing and Olivia didn’t dare look to see who’d said it.
Max nodded with his own big smile. “So proud of you, baby girl.”
Feeling her face on fire now, she smiled with a shrug. “I had Isaiah and Nathan, and it was a team effort.”
“Nah,” Max said immediately. “There’s nothing like a woman’s touch in a home to keep everything in order.”
“What are you talking about?” Romero said. “After grandma passed, you guys were on your own raising me the rest of the way. And look how I turned out.”
“Exactly!” Both Manny and Max said at the same time and everyone laughed.
Max pointed at Emi this time. “You and your sisters keep those boys in line or”—he pointed at Romero with his thumb—“tell ’em they might turn out like this one.”
Romero rolled his eyes as everyone continued to laugh. Once Manny stopped wheezing with laughter, he started in on one of his many knuckleheaded stories about Romero growing up. Giving into temptation, Olivia glanced over in Lorenzo’s direction and instantly locked into his intense gaze. The heat she felt was for an altogether different reason now, and she looked away as fast as she could. It wasn’t fast enough, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
She took the second Manny paused from talking to excuse herself and Emi. “We’re gonna go say hello to Isabel and the other girls,” she said to Moe and his uncles, nudging Emi and again doing everything in her power to not look in Lorenzo’s direction again.
For a moment, she’d actually gotten a little excited that he was here alone, but then Angel and Alex had also joined the group of men alone, and she knew for a fact those two were happily married. Not that she thought a remote chance existed that anything would happen between her and Lorenzo again. She just thought it’d be less awkward if no fiancée or wife was in the picture, at least not the first few times she was forced to be around him.
The thought only spiked her heart a little faster now. They were headed toward the group of women Moe’s wife Isabel sat with, and Olivia didn’t recognize all of them. One of them could be Lorenzo’s wife. Great.
“Okay, is it just me, or is everyone in that Moreno family sexier than heck?” Emi asked in a lowered voice. “Did you get a load of the eye candy in the uniform? Holy cow!”
Olivia squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Her sister’s observation confirming that she wasn’t the only one thinking Lorenzo was even better looking than she remembered was not helping her already frazzled nerves. If her sister weren’t so young and impressionable, she might be tempted to tell her about her one-time indiscretion with that sexy-as-sin man in uniform.
Her best friend Margie back home was usually who she got to tell these sorts of things to, but she couldn’t this time. Margie was her reason for needing to go out and do such a thing in the first place. Not only that, they were pretty much no longer speaking. So Olivia hadn’t been able to tell anyone about it, and it was beginning to fester.
They said hello to Isabel, her sister Gina, Sal’s sister Sofie, and his wife Grace as Olivia tried in vain to calm her overworked heart. Whoever the other women were in the group they were busy chatting amongst themselves, and no one bothered to introduce them. Grace was holding a baby, and both Emi and Olivia bent over to inspect the precious little thing a little closer.
“This one isn’t yours, right?” Olivia asked, remembering Sal mentioning their baby had recently started walking. The one she held now looked just a few months old.
“No, this sweet little thing is my niece—Ruby,” she said, touching the baby’s hand with her finger. “My kids are with my mom, but this is my sister’s first, and she’s still way too attached to leave her with anyone.”
“Aw!” Emi said, reaching to touch the baby’s tiny little fingers. “She’s beautiful.”
Grace smiled big and proud. “Yeah, she is. She looks just like her mommy.” She glanced up as someone approached. “Speaking of which,” she said, “here she is now.”
A younger version of Grace smiled at all of them as she took her seat next to Grace. “Rosie, this is Olivia, the groomer for Yogi and Baloo.” Grace turned to Olivia, smiling even bigger. “We were just talking about you the other day.”
Rosie’s eyes went wide and smiled. “So you’re the one,” she said in a tone that made the hair on the back of Olivia’s neck stand. The one what?
“I saw what you did with the pups,” she added, making Olivia instantly relax a little. “My Sheba needs some major work. You do poodles?”
“I do every breed,” Olivia said, nodding. “Poodles are a bit more challenging, but then so are Chows, and I welcome a challenge.”
The anxiousness she’d begun to feel about the possibility that Rose might be Lorenzo’s wife was finally axed when Rosie started talking about wanting her to come out and groom her dog. Rose mentioned her husband Vince, and Olivia literally felt the tension drain from her tensed muscles. Talk of grooming and Sheba kept Olivia’s mind distracted for the moment. Rose even booked a day for Olivia to come out later that week to her place to work on Sheba. Then Olivia excused herself to the ladies’ room. Emilia stayed back because she was holding baby Ruby.
To Olivia’s relief, Lorenzo was nowhere in sight. Maybe he’d left. He had been in uniform. Maybe that meant he had to be somewhere soon. Olivia could only hope. She hadn’t realized just how tense she’d been until she was in the ladies’ room, powdering her nose. She loosened her arms and shoulders, rolling her neck a bit, and took in the amount of detail even in the ladies’ room: from the brightly colored walls and Mexican artwork that hung on them to the sink bowls that sat atop the counter, giving the appearance of rustic wash basins.
With her mind still on the decor of the restaurant, she ambled out, continuing to take in all its intricate details. Whoever did the decorating definitely knew his stuff. The entire hallway leading to the banquet rooms had the look of a quaint Mexican village. She glanced up at what appeared to be windows with shutters and smiled, feeling bittersweet at the colorful pottery that hung from the ceiling. They reminded her of the many times she and Margie had taken the drive and crossed the border to Ciudad Acuña for a day of shopping and eating at their favorite restaurant. While it was supposed to be their girl time, many of those times Jay accompanied them, and, of course, Margie had always been just fine with it.
Walking smack into a wall jolted her instantly out of her thoughts. The moment she realized the solid wall was actually a man’s chest was mortifying enough, but when her eyes met Lorenzo’s uncompromising expression, her legs went weak.
“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling her face go hot, and pulled her hand away from his chest where it’d flown in reflex.
She was caught in his intense eyes as she had been earlier. Like she had been so many times the night she met him. But it was only momentarily.
“Don’t be,” he said, glancing away quickly, and if she weren’t mistaken, he seemed a bit panicked. Maybe his wife or fiancée was here. “I wasn’t paying attention either.”
They stood there in heavy silence for a few awkward seconds until she finally smiled and shrugged. “Small world, huh?”
The miniscule nod said he agreed, but his vacant expression now bordered on hard. His eyes lowered, and she gulped when she realized he was staring at her lips. He licked his lips as the memory of his kisses inundated her. Is that what he was thinking of too? She stared at his lips as she felt his face lean in a little closer to hers and froze when she could actually feel his warm breath so close to her lips. Just when she’d been certain he was going to kiss her, he froze too and their eyes met again. “Too small maybe.”
Ouch.
“I can assure you,” he went on as he pulled back suddenly, “if I’d known you’d be here . . .” He glanced away with a frown without finishing then tipped the edge of his hat with a painfully forced smile. “My apologies for running into you,” he said tersely. “Have a good day.”
Olivia stood there stunned for a moment as he strode past her. She was tempted to say something—retort. It was one thing for him to have no interest in anything more with her. It was even understandable that if he were married or engaged he’d want to avoid any awkward run-ins with her, but he didn’t have to be a jerk about it.
Still feeling the sting of his insult, she decided to not give him the pleasure of knowing she cared. She only wondered now if even his apology about running into her was meant literally or figuratively, because from what he’d begun to say, clearly he was sorry he’d run into her.
The moment he was far enough away Olivia was able to let out the breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. She watched him head for the stairs and hurry down them. He might be a rude jerk, but, after seeing him again and in his uniform and being so close to him she could almost taste his mouth, denial wasn’t an option. The man was a walking dream. Olivia could hardly believe now she’d had the pleasure of sleeping with him. He couldn’t be much older than her and Jay. Maybe it was that she’d known Jay from the time they were kids, so she’d never seen him in terms of being a man. He’d been just as young naïve as she’d always been until the change. But even when he’d become that Jekyll and Hyde douche who’d played with her heart for years, she’d never seen him as a man. The games he played were too immature for her to give him that title. And even as irresistible as she found Jay once upon a time, he paled in comparison to Lorenzo in almost every way.
It made her angry that her heart still fluttered when she remembered how incredibly exciting that night with him had been. Frowning as her still weak legs began to move again toward the banquet room, she tried to snuff the disappointment. Even if Lorenzo weren’t engaged or in a relationship, he was making one thing abundantly clear: he was in no way interested in anything more with Olivia now than he was that night.
~~~
With Lorenzo gone and obviously not coming back, Olivia and Emi had spent far more time at the repast then they’d originally planned. She and Rose had really hit it off, and they talked for hours. She was sweet and super easy to talk to. Though, Olivia had to get used to hearing her own last name when Rose referred to her cousin Moe. It seemed to everyone here in California, with the exception of his uncles, he went by his last name—Romero. But aside from that, she and Rose had one of those instant connections as she’d had many years ago with Margie where Olivia just knew they could easily become good friends.
When Olivia showed up at Rose’s house that week to groom Sheba, Rose had come out and chatted with Olivia again in the van. She’d even brought out lemonade and snacks.
“Since I had Ruby I hardly get any time for girl talk anymore,” Rose explained as she opened up the bag of cheese popcorn. “I’m still working, but I do it all from home now since I don’t want to leave Ruby with anyone. It’s easy enough,” she said, putting some popcorn into her mouth. “I do the books for the restaurants and for my husband’s business, but before I had Ruby, I spent a lot of time at both businesses. I got to chat with the other girls who work at the restaurants and have lunch with them and such. Now I’m home alone most days. Just me and the baby. My sister, whom I usually do most of my chatting with, is too busy these days with the three kids, and she’s still the head chef at their restaurant. So sorry”—she laughed—“if I just made myself at home here while you try to work. Let me know if you’d prefer to work without an audience. I’ll get out of your way.”
Olivia smiled, glancing up from Sheba’s wet fur. “Actually, I could use a little girl talk myself.” Olivia shook her head when Rose held out the popcorn offering her some. Then she frowned, looking back down and brushing Sheba. “Kind of sucks when you stop speaking to the only friend you’ve ever really talked to like that.”
“Stopped speaking?” Rose asked.
“Yeah,” Olivia locked on Rose’s curious eyes. “My best friend back in Texas. Even though I moved out here almost two years ago, we never went even a day without some kind of communication, and a lot of it was talking on the phone, not just texting or social media.”
“So what happened?”
“A little over a month ago I found out she and my ex-boyfriend . . . Well, I don’t know if technically he was ever actually my boyfriend,” she admitted with a somewhat embarrassed frown. “But he was my first, you know . . .” Rose’s eyes went a bit wide and she nodded, but she didn’t comment. “Jay and I had been friends since we were kids and then began flirting and started kissing until we were making out and did everything else. He was the first guy I ever slept with, and I was pretty crazy about him even though our relationship was complicated. But if anyone knew how crazy about him I was, it was Margie.” Olivia eyed Rose, who was till staring at her curiously. “In fact, because my brothers didn’t care for him, she was the only one who ever knew about it. Now they’re engaged.”
Rose gasped. “You’re kidding?”
“Nope.” Olivia shook her head, still not sure how she felt about it.
She was completely over Jay. Of that, she was sure. It was why she’d broken away from him and his games in the first place. She was so over the destructive relationship—not to mention she didn’t want one of her brothers getting locked up for life for killing the asshole.
“Things between him and me had been pretty much over for a while, but . . .”
She shook her head, staring out into space thinking about how much she should actually share. To say her relationship with Jay was stormy was putting it lightly. Many aspects of it she’d never admit to anyone. Even Margie didn’t know about some of the more shameful things Olivia had allowed Jay to talk her into. But she could still share some parts with Rose.
“It’s just weird, you know? She was there the whole time from the very beginning when I started going out with him, and I told her everything.” Well, almost. “You know how best friends are, right? I gave her the blow by blow of our first kiss, our first make-out session, and my journey from first base to finally doing it with him. I cried to her through all the bullshit he put me through. And now she’s marrying the guy? How am I supposed to talk to her without feeling so incredibly awkward?”
“Oh wow. But I agree,” Rose said, nodding and digging in her popcorn bag. “That would be weird. How did she tell you?”
“She didn’t.” Olivia stopped brushing Sheba’s hair, surprised by how good it felt to finally talk to someone about this. “I saw his relationship status update on Facebook. It went from single to in a relationship, and when I saw who he tagged as being in a relationship with, I nearly fell out of my seat.”
Rose was eating her popcorn now and peering at Olivia wide eyed as if she were at the movies and this was an exciting part of said movie. If Olivia hadn’t gotten so worked up remembering that day, she might’ve laughed. Instead she went on.
“The worst part is a few days later he changed it again to engaged. So if they were engaged she’d obviously been seeing him for a while, right? And all this time she and I had still been talking almost daily, and yet she never once mentioned it.”
“That’s so shady,” Rose said as she took a sip of her lemonade. “She could’ve at least asked you if you’d be okay with it. Things like this happen. So did you ever talk to her about it, or did you just stop talking?”
“I called immediately,” Olivia chuckled, but it didn’t deter the bitterness she still felt. “I was just so shocked and even thought for a minute maybe he was just messing with my head like he’d been known to do. She admitted they’d gotten involved months after I moved out here. And yeah, she did say it just happened. Supposedly they were keeping each other company after I’d moved, and they just started falling for each other. As different as she and I are, in some ways, she’s a lot like me.”
Olivia shrugged, aware that she was staring out into space again and feeling a little guilty. She knew better than anyone how socially awkward Margie had always been. It was part of the reason why they’d had such a bond, not that Olivia ever considered herself socially awkward, but falling for Jay so early on made her feel different—pathetic—weak. Even after all this time, she hadn’t fully shaken the shame of it.
Another thing she’d always known or rather felt was that Margie had always had a crush on Jay. How could she not? He’d been older, experienced, a smooth talker and sexier than any of the boys they were used to in school. Jay had known them both just as long from the time they’d all been kids. Olivia was certain he, too, was aware of Margie’s secret crush on him. He was also aware of how inexperienced Margie was when it came to boys and sex. Olivia was convinced he’d taken complete advantage of Margie when he set his sights on persuading her to become involved with him.
Deciding to keep all that to herself, she went on. “It was what surprised me most. We’re alike in some ways, but socially, she was withdrawn almost to a fault. He’d even commented about it a few times and not in a positive way. Still, I think it was our differences that made us click so well. She was the yin to my yang. It was how she put it anyway. She was always the deep one. It just sucks that I don’t feel comfortable talking to her anymore. I’m not even as mad at her as I am disappointed. I thought we were closer than that.”
“That does suck. I’m sorry,” Rose said with a pout. “I don’t think I could continue to be friends with someone if that happened to me either. And you hadn’t told anyone about this?”
Olivia shook her head. “Not really. My sister and brothers know about the engagement since they know both Jay and Margie so well. But since they don’t know about him and me, you know . . . My brothers were never thrilled that I was even just friends with Jay. I dared not tell them I was sleeping with him, so I haven’t been able to share my true feelings about my two friends back home being engaged now.”
“What about your sister? I’ve always told my sister everything.”
“But she’s your older sister, right?” Olivia asked, and Rose nodded in response. “You see I can talk to Emi about just about anything, and I hope she tells me everything since I am her only and older sister, but she’s my baby sister and still young. She’s not even eighteen. I’m supposed to be setting an example, so telling her certain things like that and a few other things that I’ve done since we moved out here I do not want her knowing about, is out of the question.”
Olivia felt her face warm when she thought of her night with Lorenzo. No way would she tell Rose about him. No telling if Rose knew him or how well. Her sister was married to his cousin after all.
“Ooh, sounds juicy.” Rose smiled. “Lay it on me, girlfriend,” she said, getting a little too comfortable in her seat. “I’m all ears and my lips are sealed. I promise.”
Olivia laughed nervously. She supposed she could tell her about her night with Lorenzo and just leave out whom she’d been with. She was dying to tell someone about it. Rose seemed sweet enough and trustworthy. So far every one of Moe’s friends and all their wives seemed to be.
Biting her bottom lip for a moment, she decided to just go for it. “Have you ever had a one-night stand?”
Rose’s eyes went even wider as she shook her head, and already Olivia could tell this was going to be fun.