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“And give the little princess a big kiss for me.”

“You can kiss her yourself,” I said. “If she’s interested.”

Christy smirked until she realized I was talking about her. Then her eyes flew wide and her cheeks darkened three shades toward crimson.

“I’ll call you next week,” I told Sara.

“Okay. Talk to you then. Bye.”

“Bye.” I hung up and faced the girls in front of me.

“I can’t believe you said that to her,” Christy said.

“What? She thinks you’re cute. Told me to give you a big kiss.”

“What’s the matter? Are you worried about Wren? She heard the whole thing.

“I did,” Wren said playfully. “Every word.”

Christy’s eyes begged me to stop talking.

“Oh, relax,” I told her. “You’re a package deal. You come with a girlfriend.”

“She does,” Wren said. “Comes hard, too. I’ve done it.”

I barely smothered a laugh as Christy’s eyes threatened to bug out completely.

“Why are you upset?” I asked her. “You know I don’t mind. I mean, if Wren’s good enough for my best friend, she’s good enough for my girlfriend too.

“Yeah!” Wren said before my words fully registered. “Hold on! You make it sound like I’m a piece of meat or something.”

“You’re a piece of awesome,” I said hastily.

Christy put her hand to her head. “I think I need to sit down.”

“Your department,” Wren said.

“Right. Consoling woozy girlfriend, bewildered by too much sexual innuendo. Can do.”

I ushered Christy into the room and gave Wren a friendly goodnight kiss.

“We’re terrible,” she whispered. “And I owe you. Thanks.”

“Darn right you do,” I agreed in a low voice.

“Give her a kiss for me too,” she added.

“Will do. G’night.” I closed the door and turned to the little blonde.

“How could you say that?”

“Oh, please. You know how Wren feels. And you can deny it all you like, but I know how you feel about her. She does too. She isn’t stupid.”

“No, but… what about Sara?”

“Sara isn’t stupid either. Besides, I trust her.”

“But what about privacy?”

Around your family? Sure. But our best friends? Why? Besides, Wren’s your girlfriend.

“That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard. Why not?”

“I just… can’t. It doesn’t work like that.”

“Oh? That’s news to me. I should probably tell my mom. ‘Sorry, Mom, you have to choose. You can’t have a husband and a girlfriend at the same time. It doesn’t work like that.’”

“Don’t mock me,” Christy said.

I abruptly stopped when I realized she was actually upset. “You’re right,”

I said contritely. “I’m sorry.” I grabbed her desk chair and sat down.