Okay, that's good. She brought it up. Her bringing it up is good.
Right?
"Yeah, about that..."
She reaches over and covers my hand with hers. "As far as I'm concerned, we're still friends. How about you?"
I sit taller. "Still friends, and you were right, by the way."
"I was? About what?"
I turn my hand over so our palms meet and give her hand a squeeze. "Honey, you're a great lay."
Sami shakes her head as pink fills her cheeks. "You know, I'm not sad. I should be. I know my parents will be furious, but for lack of a better word, I'm relieved."
"Good. You should be. You were right about something else. You deserve better than that asshole."
"I do."
Sitting in the deli, Sami takes a drink of her sweet tea and leans across the table toward me. Unconsciously, I catch a glimpse of her tits from the neckline of her blouse.
"Eyes up here,friend," she says with a glint to her green orbs, emphasizing the last word.
Reluctantly, I lift my gaze. "I don't know how I've never really paid attention.” I lower my voice to a whisper. “They're fucking awesome."
"Well, I could say the same about your monster cock.” A cute hue of pink comes to her cheeks. “But I don't want to give you a bigger head than you already have."
I shrug. "It wouldn't be any different than the millions of other testimonials. I could pull them up for you on my website if you'd like."
"You're so bad."
I pull out my phone. "No, I'm serious. Let me show you."
Sami laughs. "You're a jerk and you already showed me everything in real life. I don't need to see the website, thank you very much."
I tilt my head to the side. "Yes, that's what they all say. Every one of the testimonials is a thank-you. A few are engraved."
“I could give you some flowers.” She shrugs. “I seem to have a lot of them.”
“I’ll pass.”
Suddenly, she sits taller. "I'm going to go to my parents' house tonight to tell them in person that the wedding is off. I think they deserve to hear it straight from me. I'm afraid it's not going to go well."
"Would you like some company?"
"Seriously?" Her tone lightens.
If I wasn't before, I am now. "Seriously," I confirm.
Sami
Back at my condo, after carting all the flowers down to the dumpster, I change out of the slacks and blouse I wore to work and into a pair of jeans, the kind that already had holes when I bought them. Just as I pull the bright green concert tank top over my head, a knock comes from my condo door. I'd told Marshal to meet me here before we went to see my parents. I'm not sure why I like the idea of having him with me to tell my parents, but I do. It is as if when he offered, another weight was taken from my shoulders.
Another knock.
"Just a minute," I call out as I get closer.
Sliding back the deadbolt, I open the door. Instead of baby-blue eyes and light brown hair, all atop of a kick-ass body, I'm met with darker hair, dark brown eyes, and a so-so body. All right, an okay body.