“Michael!” I squeaked as my best friend dumped his bags with aplomb on the tarred driveway of the guesthouse. I ran out the front door and threw my arms around him, nearly ploughing him into the Lyft that had just dropped him off.
“Maddie-pooh! Ah, how good to see you darling. Let’s get me a bourbon please!” Michael tossed his sandy-blond coiffed head in the hair, his black wayfarers still in place.
“Yes, let’s! I want to hear everything about what you’ve been up to in Seattle.”
“What? No! I want to hear about you and the town hottie.”
“What?”
Oh, Maddie. Don’t be so naive. Meg has filled me in on you and bad boy Vance.”
“She what?” That sneaky Meg.
“Also, you’ve been so quiet, I can only imagine you’ve been holed up with someone yummy.”
“Michael!”
“It’s true though.” h
