Lane looks bewilderedly over Jill’s shoulder at me. I shrug as she mouths “sorry.”
“You okay?” Max asks, coming up behind me.
“Uh…Sure?” I reply.
“Don’t worry about Jill,” he says, throwing a friendly arm around me. “She can be a messy drunk.”
Jill has her back to me as she dances Lane away from Max and me, but we both hear her unmistakable voice, at full opera diva volume, cut through the din of music and chatter: “Is she even gay?!”
Max looks at me like he’s reading my face, trying to figure out if I’ve heard her.
* * * *
I awake at noon to the sound of my cell phone ringing.
“Hello?” I murmur, not bothering to look at the caller ID.
“I guess someone was out late with their new lover,” James’s voice penetrates my half-dream.
I sigh and stretch, the events of last night come flo
