Sadie
When I’m back in my apartment, I set down the untouched platter of cookies on the table and check my phone. I’ve got missed calls from Adele, Charlie and Tabitha. I sigh and dial Adele.
“Sadie!” She answers on the first ring. “Thank God. Are you home?”
“Yes.” I toss my keys onto my countertop. “Is everything okay?”
“We’re coming over. Be there in fifteen.” She hangs up.
Well, shoot. I hurry to put a few dirty dishes away in my sink and wipe a few coffee stains off my counter. Then I open a bottle of red wine, a blend Adele bought for me. After tonight, I need a glass of wine.
Who was that guy on the motorcycle? He was one of Deke’s friends, but he didn’t act like it. He totally cockblocked Deke. And me.
What’s the lady equivalent of cockblocking? Muffin Muzzle? Beaver Damned?
