‘Andrea,’ I said. ‘We need to get going. Emily’s over it.’
‘She’s fine,’ Andrea said. ‘She’s just bad at being pregnant.’ I winced. It was a harsh way of putting it, even if she was joking. ‘This is so fun.’ She gave her rib cage one last rub, then grabbed my hands in hers. ‘Isn’t it so much fun?’
‘It’s fun,’ I lied, allowing her to twirl me with one hand. ‘But Emily’s tired and feeling nauseated. It’s almost eleven anyway. Let’s call an Uber.’ I edged Andrea toward the bar and waved at Tyler to come over, hoping to get his attention for our check, and to thank him before taking off.
Andrea dropped my hand, pouting as he approached the counter. ‘Where’s my party girl?’ she asked me. ‘Don’t you like bartenders anymore?’
Tyler gave me a bemused look. ‘Bartenders, huh? Darn. I was sort of
