EIGHTEEN
“So…” Charley dropped into the chair next to Poppy’s at the small round table. “You’re straight, right?”
The great karaoke bar turned out to be Naughtie’s. The “few of us” going out actually translated to their whole team.
“Excuse me?” Poppy shouted over a group of their co-workers yowling about standing by their man.
“You’re straight? It’s always best to ask, never assume, that’s what I say.” Yes, the Maddoxes were proving themselves to be straight talkers. Most of the ones she’d met anyway. “My little sister is gay. I mean, I don’t know it for sure or anything, but, yeah, I’m pretty sure… There are six of us. At least one of us has to be gay, right? And it’s definitely not me.”
Definitely not Charley’s big brother either. Despite the alcohol, Poppy actually managed to keep
