“What if Brady comes tonight?” I’d asked her. I already had all my jeans out on my bed and was trying to figure out what I should wear. “So?” she asked. “Isn’t that what you want? So you can stop going to therapy and start sleeping with a hunk?” “Gabby!” I’d stood in my underwear, examining my options even though dinner wasn’t for another nine hours. “I’m totally humiliated. I kissed him.” “You kiss Chandler hello and good-bye all the time,” she’d told me. “But he’s gay,” I’d replied, even though we both wished he wasn’t. Especially Gabby. “Whatever. You’re fine. And the only reason it was weird is because you haven’t kissed anyone for so long, you don’t even know what it’s like to be turned on.” “That is not true, Gabby. I can’t have a baby, but I am having sex. Sometimes.” “I have to go,” she said. “I haven’t cleaned my house since the last time you guys came, and I need to get a steam shovel.” I told myself Brady probably didn’t even notice the kiss was anything out of the ordinary.
