“You gonna finish your potatoes?” Ginny asks around a mouthful of Cajun French toast.
I push the plate toward her.
“What’s bothering you?”
“Preston.” I take a sip from my water glass.
Ginny drops her fork. “We’re not going through this again, Twyla. It’s best we don’t—”
“I met someone,” I say, cutting her off.
A toothy smile spreads across her rosy face. “Give me the dirt.”
“Trust me, it’s all dirt.” I play with the wrapper from the straw, folding and unfolding it. “You know I’m not the type of girl who sleeps with strangers…”
“But you did.” She strikes the table with her palm. “Good for you. I was starting to worry about you, girlfriend.” Ginny cocks her head to the side. “What does Preston have to do with it?”
This is where the conversation turns dark, and I have to admit I’m wrong—something I hate doing. “It’s possible you were right about him.”
Ginny frowns and sits back in her chair. “What happened?”
“He suggested we try being more than just friends.”
“I knew it!”
“Lower your voice,” I urge. “Nothing happened. We talked about the possibility but then pushed it aside, agreeing it wasn’t a good idea.”
“So Preston declared he has feelings for you? Thankfully, both of you realize that a love relationship would be a huge mistake. What’s the problem?”
“He met Dwade, and Preston doesn’t like him.”
Ginny pulls a face. “The guy you met is named Dwade? Damn girl, you sure can find men with odd names.”
Shrugging, I realize she has a point. My first crush was named Redmond Hawkins while my last boyfriend—if you could call him that—went by the single moniker, Hart. Turns out his full name was Hart Y. Burns. And I thought Twilight was bad.
“It’s a gift. When you have an unusual name, I guess you attract strange types.”
“You know you don’t need Preston’s permission to date anyone, right?” Ginny’s attention returns to her plate. “The guy’s in love with you. He won’t like anyone you’re interested in.”
Ginny’s probably right, but I don’t want to admit it. I can’t. Preston simply likes me. A lot.
“So when do I get to meet this hot guy?”
Smiling, I’m grateful Ginny doesn’t press further about Preston. “Soon. I’ll bring him by your place. Just give me some time. We’re just getting to know each other.”
“Understood.” Ginny glances past me. “Keep calm. Preston just walked in, and he’s headed our way.”
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