Jake gave him a sideways look, lowering his sandwich to his plate. “I’m surprised you managed to go this long without asking.” Tommy ignored the sarcasm and flashed a grin. “Well?” “It was good,” Jake answered casually, then crunched down on a potato chip. “That’s all you’re gonna tell me?” “Yep,” Jake said. “Hate to break it to ya, but I’m not sixteen.” Tommy made a face at the remark but remained undaunted. “So is it like I told you? Is she . . . ?” Jake lowered his voice as he turned to Tommy. “Is she frigid? No.” Not that he really wanted to talk about Carly’s sex life with anyone, but he thought it was high time to put that particular rumor to rest. Tom sat up a little straighter, his eyes registering his surprise. “Really? How is she?” “She’s normal,” Jake said. And that wasn’t strictly true, but that was none of Tommy’s business. “She’s a normal woman. So let it go already.” “Fine, whatever you say, ”Tommy agreed—then resumed eating his burger and fries for a minute until he suggested good-naturedly, “Maybe whenever you take me up on that lasagna offer, you can bring her.
