“So, Camryn’s pretty fucking hot,” I blurt, my filter gone along with that last cocktail. But holy shit, she really is. Tonight after leaving the bar behind, we walked and talked, and as simple as that sounds, it’s much more than I’ve shared with a woman lately. Noah chuckles, and I hear Olivia shout something incoherent in the background. “Oh my God! Do you like her? Like really like her?” Olivia asks excitedly. “Fuck me. I’m on speakerphone, aren’t I?” Rubbing the back of my neck, I wait for Noah to answer. “Sorry, buddy. Give me a second.” I hear him speak in a hushed tone to Olivia, and then a click as he switches it from speakerphone. “What in God’s name are you talking about?” he asks. I stroll down the sidewalk, hoping the fresh air will help clear my head. “Would it be the worst thing in the world if I pursued Camryn?”
