I elbow him in the ribs before standing. “I’m going to the restroom.”
“I’ll come.” Maddy stands too, while Hunter slips from his comfortable perch.
“Uh oh. This can only mean trouble. What do you women do in there? Strategize world peace?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Maddy tactfully says, while I don’t bother with diplomacy.
“We’re going to talk about what an utter d**k you are.” Hunter laughs exuberantly, while Maddy loops her arm through mine.
“I can’t take you anywhere,” she teases, before leading us toward the bathroom.
Once inside the cubicle, my cell chimes. Thinking it’s Hunter, I unlock my phone and open the message with a smile. That soon turns to a horrified retching when I see what’s on my screen.
It’s a d**k pic—a tiny d**k, so definitely not Hunter. The caption has me
