Matt peered at her, trying to place Heather’s friend. Something about her seemed familiar. She remembered him, though.
“Well, hi Matt,” she said, her smile growing. “Haven’t seen you in ages.”
“I’ve been around,” he answered.
“You need to come party with us again,” she declared, winking at Heather. “And bring a couple of those football buddies of yours. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’d enjoy having a stud to fondle.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” said Matt, leaning forward on the table.
Whitney gave him a playful shove on the arm. “You always do fine. I’ll be looking for you, Matt.”
She said goodbye to Heather and rejoined her friends. Heather smiled and sat straight in her chair, her head c****d at Matt.
“Whitney’s always been the fun, non-possessive type,” she said, her eyes fallin
