“It’s from Krissy,” she answered. “She thinks you’re hot.”
Rachel blushed.
“Her exact words,” Ainsley went on, “are that you are fucking hot.”
“I knew I liked her for a reason,” Rachel said.
Their server came. Rachel ordered a strawberry margarita, Ainsley opted for a watermelon one.
“So, are all of them gay?” Rac
hel asked when the server left to put in their drinks order.
“Most of them,” Ainsley said. “Wendy and Lucinda are straight and Veronica is kind of all over the place.”
“Wait…” Rachel said, holding up a finger, trying to remember the term. “Pansexual?” she guessed.
“I think so,” Ainsley said. “Anyway, since we’re on the topic of gay women…How did you know about U-Hauling?”
Rachel laughed.
“My best friend, Amy, is a lesbian. And, I will have you know, Dr. Janowicz, that I happen to be a well-read fan of lesfic.”
Ainsley’s eyebrows shot up.
“Is that right?”
“Well, maybe not well-read,” Rachel admitted, toying with her cocktail napkin. “In fact, I’ve only ever read the books of one writer but, holy fuck, do I love her work!”
Ainsley leaned forward.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“Jillian Ashley,” Rachel told her.
“Oh, wow!” Ainsley exclaimed. “Well, if you’re going to read only one lesfic author, Jillian Ashley is the one. You know, I met her once. At this very bar, in fact.”
Rachel blinked.
“You met Sally?”
Now Ainsley blinked.
“Wait…you know Sally?”
Rachel was stunned.
“Know her? She’s engaged to my best friend!”
“Wait…your Amy is that Amy? Podcast Amy?”
The two women laughed at how small the world is. Rachel listened as Ainsley explained about the blind date she had with Sally last year, which was brought about by their meddling mothers.
“But Amy had gotten to her first and Sally told me she was off the market,” Ainsley said, pouting her lower lip. “God, was I disappointed. I mean, you’ve seen your best friend’s fiancée, right?”
Rachel felt a little surge of jealousy. Sally was gorgeous. And tall like Ainsley. And from what Amy had told her—without going into too much detail—was incredible in bed. In short, Sally was exactly the type of woman another woman like Ainsley would really go for, as opposed to someone like her who wasn’t sure she could make a woman come once, let alone a lot.
“So, you’ve read Sally’s books, then, huh?” Ainsley asked.