I perked up, straightening on the stool where I sat at our kitchen island. “I like this idea. I like this idea a lot. Matthew and I could spend the next seven weeks getting used to each other.”
“I dunno,” Melanie said. “He already seems pretty used to the idea.”
This time, it was vio who looked accusatory. “That’s another thing. How the hell did you not tell us you slept with Matt?”
A hot flush crept across my cheeks. “Because it was a one-time thing.”
vio snorted a laugh. “I mean, they say it only takes once, but this is taking it to the extreme.”
“He smells good. We have chemistry. When we danced, I knew we would. So we went home together.”
They waited for me to finish.
“And that was it,” I clarified.
“Oh, that was not it,” vio said with the roll of her eyes. “How was it?”
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