warm up to. Kit was, frankly, intimidating as hell. She was the smartest woman Avery had ever met, and she was cool and sophisticated. She was even a little prissy—something Bree told her all the time.
They both amazed Avery. She loved the way Kit always had her shit together, but she equally loved that Bree didn’t . . . and that Bree owned it.
Avery liked to think she fell somewhere in between the two personalities. She was neater and more organized than Bree, but she was never as put together as Kit.
Kit sipped her iced tea. Then she took a breath. “Fine. We kissed. In the storeroom at the hospital.”
Bree slapped her hand down on the table. “I told you I had a sex dream about Max, and you didn’t tell me that you’d kissed Dillon?”
Avery sat forward. “You had a sex dream about Max?”
Bree nodded. “After we made out in the ditch.”
“You made out in the ditch?” Avery repeated. “What ditch? When? What?”
Bree grinned at her. “Look who’s suddenly chatty,” she teased.
Avery was definitely the quiet one of the group—though with Bree around it was impossible to be the loud one.
“What ditch, Bree?” Avery asked.
“You didn’t say you’d made out,” Kit added.
“I was going to tell you, but Frank’s office was the first I’d seen you, and then everyone was there. But I wanted to tell you,” Bree said. “I needed to tell you.”
“Are you okay?” Kit asked.
Bree laughed. “Yes,” she said with enthusiasm. “I want to do it again.”
“The making out in a ditch?” Avery asked.
Bree grinned at her. “Well, the making out, anyway.”
“It was good?” Kit asked. “With Max?”
“It was,” Bree said with a nod. “But don’t for one second think that you’re going to distract me from the fact that you and Dillon kissed.” She turned to Avery, “That is not cool. We get to know about kisses and stuff, got it?”
Right. Great. Avery was very ready to talk about kisses and stuff.
“It’s not a big deal,” Kit said. “We were in the same storage room taking cover, it was a small space, and our emotions were running high. It was a stupid, spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“But was it good?” Bree asked, a twinkle in her eye.
Kit rolled her eyes but said, “It was Dillon Alexander. He’s good at everything.” She definitely sounded more put out than turned on by that.
Bree and Avery shared a grin.
“I’m sure you were good, too, honey,” Bree teased Kit, patting her hand. Kit had to be good at everything, too. Especially the things that Dillon was good at.
“So now you’re going to tell us more about you and Max?” Kit asked Bree, clearly trying to redirect the conversation.
“How much detail do you want?” Bree asked. “I can give you length and girth measurements if you want.” She held up a hand, fingers curled to make a circle. A big circle.
Kit laughed. “Not necessary.”
Avery grinned in spite of her whirling thoughts. Bree was the proverbial open book. There were very few thoughts and emotions she didn’t express. Avery wished she could be a little more like that. She was learning. The longer she knew Bree, the easier it seemed to get. But she wasn’t quite to the point where she would just blurt out, I had sex with Jake. As much as she wanted to.
“Well, I cannot give you length and girth measurements. Let’s leave it at that.” Kit lifted her iced tea again.
Bree grinned and grabbed her bottle of beer. “I’m sorry to hear it.” She took a big chug.
Avery chewed on her bottom lip. The girls would never believe that she wanted to talk. About boys. She barely believed it herself. But she’d been hoping this lunch would go like their usual ones. Bree would notice something was up with Avery and would coax everything out of her with a barrage of questions and humor. Kit would listen to all of it and then ask thought-provoking questions that would lead Avery to understand something about herself she hadn’t before.
Now it seemed that Bree and Kit were both pretty distracted by their own stuff. And Max and Dillon.
Avery couldn’t help but grin at that.
“I finally ordered that new couch,” Kit said, setting her tea down and opening a menu.
“The urine-yellow one?” Bree asked, also grabbing a menu.
“Yes.” Kit didn’t let Bree’s brashness get to her. Which was fortunate. Bree had a lot of brashness.
“Are you going to paint the room?” Avery asked. She had to participate in the conversation, even if this