“Can I talk to you?” Ralph asked Josie.
I raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“No, I’m here with my boyfriend,” Josie commented.
“Boyfriend!” Ralph and I yelled at the same time in disbelief.
“This is like some soap opera,” Cyrus mumbled.
“Kash, stop acting like we don’t mean anything to each other,” Josie muttered as she
stood on her tippy toes to try to kiss me again, only I jerked back. Don’t get me wrong, Josie was
a beautiful woman, did a great job, was smart, funny, and graduated with a degree in sports
analysis. She was five-seven and looked like she could be a model if she wanted. She had a rosy
undertone with a sandy complexion from her constantly tanning, along with pouty lips, green
eyes, and high cheekbones. I could never take her seriously; she always wanted to be se
