Harper finished her pineapple whip and dropped it onto the table. “Wow, that is kind of psycho.”
“We warned him she was cray, but he was obsessed with her boobs,” Cooper said, shrugging.
Harper turned to the blonde, who looked like he belonged in Hawaii. “Seriously, is that what it comes down to with men? Boobs and stuff? Don’t you care about conversation or whether someone squeezes the toothpaste tube the right way?”
“Umm,” Cooper said, glancing at his friends for help. “I guess toothpaste is important. How do you do it?”
She let out a little laugh. “The right way, of course, but I meant as an example. Ignore me. I’m just off men. Except you three, of course.”
Graydon jumped up, surprising them all.
“Hey. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. We can take you to the party and be your dates. All three of us—your ex be dammed.”
Oh god.
How had she forgotten it was Valentine’s Day? Worst day of the damn year. Ugh.
Wait. What party?
She watched all three of the guys nod and high five each other.
“Is he still in Hawaii? At the hotel? We’ll totally make him jealous,” Cooper said.
Harper shook her head. “It’s not like that. What party?”
“The Dufort Valentine’s Day party. The signs in the lifts—didn’t you see them?”
Harper shook her head.
“Red, black and white dress code,” Luke said. “It’s at the rooftop Altitude bar.”
“I’m not sure...”
“You’re going. It’s final,” Graydon said as he shot their empty cups into the trash can as if they were basketballs. “And yes!” he said when the last one made it.
Harper shook her head and laughed.
They made her laugh. They were funny and good company. So far, despite their joking around, none of them had crossed the friendship line, and she quite liked their desire to defend her. It made her feel protected when she’d spent the last few days feeling raw and sad.
Perhaps it would be fun.
It was unlikely the event was Daniel's style, so she couldn’t see him attending, if he was even still in Hawaii. For all she knew, he was back in New York.
Harper nodded.
“Okay, I’ll go.”