Page 22 of The Second Dance
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I’m not sure what’s worse, seeing my dad on a date or seeing him on a date with one of mom’s book club friends.
Ex-husband.
Ex-friend.
“Damn.” Dusty whistles. “That’s cold.”
We all turn back to our beers and an awkward silence descends upon us. I find myself wishing it was just Skyler and Dusty.
Between Josh finding a new woman and the baby, we rarely see him anymore.
We’ve been trying to fill the void he left, but it hasn’t been easy.
Currently, we have Ben Pierson and Tyson Kyle applying for the position. We all went to school together, but nothing can replace twenty-plus years of friendship we have with Josh.
We’re an awkward bunch and my dad’s blatant dalliance isn’t helping.
“There’s Whitney Miller.” Dusty says, looking up. Grateful for a distraction. “Whitney!”
She glances over, smiling brightly when she sees us. I know some of the guys think she’s cute, but to me, she’s just the poor-man’s version of Andy Reed. She dresses the same. Does her hair the same way.
She stops at our table, tossing her hair over her shoulder, exactly the same way Andy does.
“What are you up to?” Dusty asks.
“Just came in to meet up with some friends.” She says, glancing shyly at the rest of us.
“Lady friends?” Tyson asks.
“Maybe.” She smiles cheekily.
Dusty pulls a chair out. “Well, sit on down, girl.”
She slides into the empty chair, smiling when Skyler pours her a beer from the pitcher. He slides the glass closer. “Andy coming out?”
Her smile falters briefly. “Nope. Couldn’t talk her into it tonight. She’s back home.”
“Home?” Skyler asks. “You two living together?”
She nods. “While she works on this wildlife project of hers.”
“She a good roommate?” Dusty asks.
“She doesn’t bring home a lot of men, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I’m not sure thatiswhat he was asking, but she’s turned them on to one of their favorite topics. Sex.
“Not a lot of men? How many are we talking?” Tyson asks, topping off her beer.
“Fuck off, Tyson.” I say, glowering at him.
“What?” Tyson shrugs. “I’m just curious. Cute girl like Andy has to be seeing some action.”
“None.” Whitney blurts, blushing a little when we look at her. “She doesn’t bring anyone home. She’s asexual.”
“What? Like an amoeba?” Dusty laughs.