“Did you break into my house before coming to the brew shack?”
“I’m not dignifying your question with a response.”
“Which means yes, you did.” Unlike my brew shack, my house does have a security system. “How did you bypass the security system?” Hailey merely raises her eyebrow in response. “Never mind.”
“Her uncles are awesome. They’ve taught me how to shoot, but I didn’t get any lessons on breaking into places. Do you think they’d take me under their wings?”
“We’re getting off topic here. We’re supposed to fire questions at Suzie until she admits she’s in love with Grayson.”
My heart speeds up at Hailey’s words. They’re not true. They can’t be true. I can’t possibly love Grayson. Adult Suzie, the little voice in my head I love to hate, berates me, Stop lying to yourself. I shut her up fast and move on.
“It doesn’t matter whether I love Grayson, which FYI I don’t, I am done with men, remember?”
“Why?” Phoebe asks. “Is this about the mysterious ex you never name?”
“I’m not talking about it.” Time for another shot. Once I’ve downed it, I continue, “I’ll get drunk and listen to you two berate me about my nosiness, but I’m not revealing all my deep, dark secrets.”
“But I revealed all my deep, dark secrets,” Phoebe pouts.
“It’s all about the timing,” Hailey responds. “When you need to know, you’ll know.”
I hope to hell not, but I keep my mouth shut. I’m going to have enough trouble convincing them I’m not in love with Grayson as it is. I don’t need to add to my problems, especially since Hailey is letting it go for now.
I pick up the remote and switch on the television. “Since revelation time has ended, I think the schedule calls for us watching movies and stuffing our faces. Let’s find a movie and pig out on these lovely snacks Phoebe brought.”
Hailey sighs. “When she starts using words like lovely, you know her stonewall is back up.”
Phoebe shrugs. “I’m up for watching a movie and eating snacks.”
Which is exactly what we end up doing. Every time one of them brings up Grayson, I take another shot to stop myself from answering. They end up having to drag my drunk ass to bed. Serves them right!