“Hold the fucking phone. You slept with Dylan?” Lizzie asked.
“I did.”
“When?”
“A couple of nights ago. There was a dance at the resort, and Dylan invited me to stay. I had a couple of beers on an empty stomach. One thing led to another, and before I knew it I was naked on the hardwood bar with his face between my legs,” I said.
“Oh. Holy. Shit,” Whitney said. “He’s dominant in bed, isn’t he? Oh, I knew it! He has that look in his eye.”
“Girl. You’ve been holdin’ out on me. I’m pissed!” Lizzie said.
“I’m not done yet,” I said.
“What?” Whitney asked.
“Who the hell else you been sleepin’ with?” Lizzie asked.
“No one, yet. But that’s the problem. I want to sleep with the other brothers, too.”
“Shut up. No way,” Lizzie said.
“You want all four of them?” Whitney asked.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I stopped my wedding, and suddenly, I’m back to being eighteen again,” I said.
“What does that mean?” Whitney asked.
“Oh, that’s shit you weren’t around for yet,” Lizzie said. “Katie constantly fantasized ‘bout all of them in high school.”
“I bet every girl in town did,” Whitney said.
“But that kind of stuff doesn’t actually happen in real life. I can’t have all of them. Right?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Ya’ve had two of ‘em,” Lizzie said. “I mean, you don’t want ’em all together, right?”
My cheeks flushed as Whitney squealed on the video call.
“Oh, my gosh. You do. You want all four Lee brothers at once!”
“Shut up, Whit,” I said.
“Oh, this is so good. Thank fuck I got two bottles of wine.”
“Shit. You got city girl cussin’. That means the story’s gettin’ good,” Lizzie said. “How do you feel ‘bout all this—newfound emotional bullshit?”
“I don’t know. I enjoyed my time with Wyatt, and I really enjoyed my time with Dylan. But my eyes linger on Caleb and Andrew, too. Like they did when I was younger,” I said.
“Doesn’t shock me if you’ve had a thing for them since high school,” Whitney said. “And now you’re single, so who the hell cares?”
“Oh, shit! Whit-Whit’s tippin’ up the whole damn bottle!” Lizzie said.
“You two are a mess,” I said, giggling.
“No, you’re a mess,” Whitney said. “But you’re a happy mess. Katie, I haven’t seen you smile this much since you and Michael first hooked up back in college. For me? That’s enough for right now.”
“You think so?” I asked.
“Yeah, girl! You’re happy, you’re gettin’ some from some very hot men, and you’re findin’ your own way after that asshole tried to fuck you up. I’m all for this train ride,” Lizzie said.