“We’re going to need a lot of wine for this,” I say, flopping down onto my couch.
Vick heads to the fridge without further prompting and pulls out the sweetest rosé I’ve got in there and carts it into the living room.
Amber’s the one that orders the food for supper, and then there’s nothing else to do but tell them the truth and nothing but the truth.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my entire body burning with shame and embarrassment.
“I did something really stupid. Really f*****g stupid.” I peek at the two of them, and I don’t find murderous rage or condemnation on their faces. So far, so good.
“And it has something to do with that ring?” Vick says, jutting her chin out towards my left hand.
I wipe off the butter with the dish towel and show off said hand.
“s**t, that’s pretty swollen. Yo
