Tessa
“Tessa,” Kim bent down and pecked my cheek as she came in with Cheryl. Cheryl followed to peck my cheek and I waved them both off.
“Stop it,” I muttered as I typed into my phone.
“Coffee?” Cheryl asked and headed to the bar without waiting for me to answer. She knew I wanted some.
“Still texting?” Kim asked, and I just glanced at her. “Of course, you are.”
“They won’t stop.” I finally answered, with a sigh. “But it is fun. Some of them are very…imaginative and besides I’ve thought about what dad said, about being part of the action..”
“Oh?” Kim leaned over as if to look at my phone. I snatched my phone away from the table and frowned at her.
“Yes,” I hissed at her and turned the phone over.
We were at the Old Barrel again, and I was busy with a bunch of guys on my phon
