I snorted. “Still hitting up the gym in hopes of getting a werewolf to pick you as his mate?”
“Hell yes. I’ve had way too much time without getting to watch Evan, so I’ve been going two or three times a week.” She made a face. “I also started picking up a few more shifts at work.”
“I don’t know why you call it work when we both know you only go because you want to.”
She scowled at me playfully. “Fine, I started picking up a few more shifts at my waitressing hobby, to fill the gaps. I’m working three nights a week now, though I’m only scheduled for one. My coworkers love how willing I’ve become to pick up their shifts.”
I grinned. “I bet.”
“My favorite book series ended last week, and the author turned it from soulmates into a menage, so I sobbed my ass out for days. Then I sold my special editions for top-dollar and donated all of that money to some blessed soul who wrote a fanfiction that gave my favorite soulmates the ending they actually deserved.”
I snorted.
Sab was pretty laid-back, until something happened to her favorite characters that she didn’t agree with. Then, she could rant for days. Sometimes weeks.
“How does one sob their ass out?” I checked.
“Don’t make me kill you. I’m still pissed about those books,” she warned, though she was grinning a bit.
“Never,” I vowed.
She smacked me on the arm, scowling at me, and I grinned. “I missed you, Sab.”
“I missed you too.” She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me in a quick hug.
We stayed up until 2 AM talking, and then I finally headed back to mine and Elliot’s place, feeling like everything was right in the world again.