Of course she has a boyfriend, man, how stupid can you get?
How was I supposed to know? Wendy came without a plus one and no ring on her finger… It was easy for me to assume she was single.
Better this way.
Fewer complications.
Now I only have to endure her sweet vanilla scent for a few more nights, ignore her blue-eyed gaze and blonde tresses, and pretend she’s not a woman who’d talk plot points with me all night long.
One night down, six more to go.
Easy peasy.
Wendy hangs up with her friend and comes back to the kitchen sporting an awkward smile.
“That was Mindy, my best friend. Sorry, she knows no boundaries.”
“It’s okay, I have a best friend who’s much the same.” Don’t ask her about the boyfriend. Don’t ask her about the boyfriend. “So, you have a boyfriend back in New York?”
