Fifty-One
I lift a shoulder. “And?”
“Didn’t you hear me?” Kacey asks. “I said Viggo kissed me!”
“I heard.”
Her perfectly plucked eyebrows shoot upwards. “You knew?”
“I didn’t know. But I’d been thinking it was a possibility. You obviously thought he was the bee’s knees. I thought you might try it.”
Kacey shakes her head furiously. “Me? No. No way! I didn’t try it. He tried it. I never liked him, Connie. Not like that. I mean, I thought he was hot when he first started at school … and yeah, I thought he was smart and … well, I wouldn’t mind if some of that rubbed off on me. But I would never have tried anything with him. He had a girlfriend—you. And I like you. I’d give anything to be friends with you.”
Now I am shocked. “Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? We’ve been hanging out
