us,”
Ginny said.
I kicked her under the table. I
could live without her matchmaking. It was one thing to flirt with the guy last
night, when I was looking good and feeling pretty tipsy. It was another to invite
him to spend the day with us.
Nate was looking at me with a
slight smirk on his face. “Thanks, Ginny, but I should probably hang out with
my friends today.”
I gave a sigh of relief, but it was
short-lived.
“Well, before we head over there
we’re going to spend some time at the pool here at the hotel,” Ginny said.
“Cool,” Nate said. “I’ll totally
see you guys there.”
He tapped the table twice, then
stood up. “Good to see you guys, Ginny, Annie.”
“Bye!” Ginny said brightly.
“Bye,” I muttered.
After he walked away, I turned on
her. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“What? I thought you liked him?”
“I think he’s cute,” I corrected
her. “I never said I liked him.”
She sighed. “Well the only way to
find out if you like a cute guy is to spend some time with him.”
“Ginny,” I said, “he is so
obviously not my type. Flirting with him at the casino is one thing. Hanging
out with him all day is totally another.”
“Why don’t you think he’s your
type?” she asked, surprised. “He’s totally into you. And the way you sauntered
over to him last night—I think there’s chemistry there.”
I sighed.
“I know what you’re thinking,”
Ginny said. “You’re thinking he’s too together for you, right? You’re wishing
he would be just a little more emo?”
“I don’t like emo guys,” I said,
offended.
Ginny laughed. “Bullshit. Sensitive
artist is just another way to describe emo.”
I glared at her. “Gin, he’s
probably, like, an accountant or something. He lives in Birmingham .”
She shook her head. “You’re such a
snob.”
“Who’s a snob?” Jen asked, sitting
down next to me. I looked at her and groaned. While Ginny and I looked like
we’d been drinking all night, Jen looked as perfect and put-together as ever.
Typical.
“Annie made a love connection and
she’s in denial,” Ginny said.
“Oooh,” Jen said, digging into her
pancakes. “Who’s the guy?”
“It’s not a love connection,” I
said, feeling irritated with both of them. “I met a guy from Detroit at the
casino last night. I flirted with him a little bit. End of story.”
“Or not,” Ginny said, drinking her
juice. “He came over here this morning and you can totally tell he’s into her.
He says he’s going to try to find her at the pool.”
“Wow, Annie,” Jen said. “This
sounds pretty serious.”
“I have an idea,” I said, putting
down my fork. “How about you both drop it?”
“She says she doesn’t care,” Ginny
said to Jen, ignoring me, “but how much do you want to bet right now she’s
thinking about what bikini to wear?”
As they both laughed, I could only
glare at them.
I mean, she was totally right, but
it was still annoying.
Chapter Eight
“So where’s the hottie?” Matt
asked, settling down on a lounge chair near me. Jen snickered, and I glared at
them both.
“Thanks, Jen,” I told her.
“What?” she said. “It’s very
important to me that your future husband gets along well with my boyfriend. I
had to make sure that Matt was welcoming to him.”
“Future husband?” Kiki squealed as
she and Eric joined us in the area we had staked out by the pool. “Who is it,
Annie?”
I groaned. “You guys, seriously.
It’s no big deal. Please don’t embarrass me.”
“Because you have never, ever
embarrassed either of us around a guy,” Ginny said drily. I flipped her off.
“Hey, Nate!” Ginny said suddenly,
staring at the space behind my head. I jumped in surprise and I saw Jen snicker
out of the corner of my eye.
“Hey, guys,” Nate said.
“Annie, why don’t you introduce us
to your friend?” Ginny asked innocently.
I sighed. There was no sense in
being rude.
“Guys, this is
Ginny said.
I kicked her under the table. I
could live without her matchmaking. It was one thing to flirt with the guy last
night, when I was looking good and feeling pretty tipsy. It was another to invite
him to spend the day with us.
Nate was looking at me with a
slight smirk on his face. “Thanks, Ginny, but I should probably hang out with
my friends today.”
I gave a sigh of relief, but it was
short-lived.
“Well, before we head over there
we’re going to spend some time at the pool here at the hotel,” Ginny said.
“Cool,” Nate said. “I’ll totally
see you guys there.”
He tapped the table twice, then
stood up. “Good to see you guys, Ginny, Annie.”
“Bye!” Ginny said brightly.
“Bye,” I muttered.
After he walked away, I turned on
her. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“What? I thought you liked him?”
“I think he’s cute,” I corrected
her. “I never said I liked him.”
She sighed. “Well the only way to
find out if you like a cute guy is to spend some time with him.”
“Ginny,” I said, “he is so
obviously not my type. Flirting with him at the casino is one thing. Hanging
out with him all day is totally another.”
“Why don’t you think he’s your
type?” she asked, surprised. “He’s totally into you. And the way you sauntered
over to him last night—I think there’s chemistry there.”
I sighed.
“I know what you’re thinking,”
Ginny said. “You’re thinking he’s too together for you, right? You’re wishing
he would be just a little more emo?”
“I don’t like emo guys,” I said,
offended.
Ginny laughed. “Bullshit. Sensitive
artist is just another way to describe emo.”
I glared at her. “Gin, he’s
probably, like, an accountant or something. He lives in Birmingham .”
She shook her head. “You’re such a
snob.”
“Who’s a snob?” Jen asked, sitting
down next to me. I looked at her and groaned. While Ginny and I looked like
we’d been drinking all night, Jen looked as perfect and put-together as ever.
Typical.
“Annie made a love connection and
she’s in denial,” Ginny said.
“Oooh,” Jen said, digging into her
pancakes. “Who’s the guy?”
“It’s not a love connection,” I
said, feeling irritated with both of them. “I met a guy from Detroit at the
casino last night. I flirted with him a little bit. End of story.”
“Or not,” Ginny said, drinking her
juice. “He came over here this morning and you can totally tell he’s into her.
He says he’s going to try to find her at the pool.”
“Wow, Annie,” Jen said. “This
sounds pretty serious.”
“I have an idea,” I said, putting
down my fork. “How about you both drop it?”
“She says she doesn’t care,” Ginny
said to Jen, ignoring me, “but how much do you want to bet right now she’s
thinking about what bikini to wear?”
As they both laughed, I could only
glare at them.
I mean, she was totally right, but
it was still annoying.
Chapter Eight
“So where’s the hottie?” Matt
asked, settling down on a lounge chair near me. Jen snickered, and I glared at
them both.
“Thanks, Jen,” I told her.
“What?” she said. “It’s very
important to me that your future husband gets along well with my boyfriend. I
had to make sure that Matt was welcoming to him.”
“Future husband?” Kiki squealed as
she and Eric joined us in the area we had staked out by the pool. “Who is it,
Annie?”
I groaned. “You guys, seriously.
It’s no big deal. Please don’t embarrass me.”
“Because you have never, ever
embarrassed either of us around a guy,” Ginny said drily. I flipped her off.
“Hey, Nate!” Ginny said suddenly,
staring at the space behind my head. I jumped in surprise and I saw Jen snicker
out of the corner of my eye.
“Hey, guys,” Nate said.
“Annie, why don’t you introduce us
to your friend?” Ginny asked innocently.
I sighed. There was no sense in
being rude.
“Guys, this is
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