“MY DAD WOULD KILL ME if he could see me now,” Jessica said, holding a half-full coffee mug of gin-and-tonic while lounging on Hilarie’s sofa.
Hilarie made a face as she took another gulp of her cocktail. “Did you actually put any tonic in this?”
“I put very, very little,” Jessica confessed.
Groaning, Hilarie laid the back of her head against the arm of the sofa. “No wonder my head is swimming.” She’d consumed two glasses of Jessica’s concoction. She was definitely going to have a hangover tomorrow, but at least the pain of Heather breaking her heart had dulled.
“Hilarie?”
“Mm?”
“I love you.”
Hilarie lifted the corners of her mouth. “I love you too.” Who needed Heather the Hypocrite when she had Jessica, who’d stuck by her side all these years, even when the mean kids had called her
