“Um, have we gotten to the Carson bit yet?” she asked the others.
“Nope. We were waiting for you.” Mia grinned behind her margarita.
Savi wiggled herself into her spot on the pillow. “Okay, so you saw him, and go!”
“The gist of the meet was that he sat at the next table, and when Patrick left to take a call from his sister, he commented how he’d ordered the same thing. He asked if I was on a date, and I knew he could tell it wasn’t going well. Moving forward, I couldn’t take Richard Simmons anymore.” The girls laughed at my reference to the old seventies fitness personality. “So, I joined him instead.”
“Wait, when was this date?” Mia asked. “Two days ago, right?” I nodded. “Wow, my husband is bad.” She giggled.
“What?” Sloane looked confused.
“Mark made sure Ty and his family ate at
