stretched his cheeks. “You did, didn’t you? Oh, fucking finally! I don’t know how you waited so long.”
“True that,” Ginny said. “If I was dating a hunk like Peter, I’d have jumped his bones ages ago.”
“He’s only been on the island for a few weeks,” I said.
“That’s a whole lot longer than I’d have waited,” Ginny said.
I laughed. “Oh my God, you guys. Unlike you, I like to take my time, okay? I like to make sure the fit is right.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Roman said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You need the stars to align and there to be a full moon and you have to be wearing your best panties and not be bloated. Whatever. The point is you’re evading the question.”
“Am I?” I asked innocently.
Ginny let out a frustrated growl. “Yes, you are.”
I shrugged and tried to open my agenda book once more, but Roman slapped it closed and pulled it away. “I’m holding this hostage until you come clean with us.”
“Well played,” Ginny said.
I reached for my agenda, but Roman hopped to his feet and scurried down the length of the table like a squirrel with a prize acorn.
“You know what you have to do if you want this back,” Roman taunted. “Tell us the truth. Did you and Peter finally do the dirty?”
I arched an eyebrow. “Do the dirty?”
Roman nodded earnestly. “Yeah, you know, the deed? Did you hide the snake in the bush? Take him to pound town? Let him lay the pipe?”
“Did you let him park his car in your garage?” Ginny piled on the bandwagon.
“There’s something wrong with both of you,” I said.
They weren’t fazed by my obvious lack of enthusiasm for this game of “how many ways can you say did the nasty” and they continued listing off terrible examples until I threw my arms in the air and cried, “Fine! You win! I fucked Peter. Are you happy?”
Roman clasped his hands together and his eyes widened with delight. “Yes, very.” He scrambled back down the length of the table to claim the seat beside me once more. He crossed his legs, rested his elbow on the table, and placed his chin in his palm. “Tell us everything.”
“Spare no details,” Ginny said.
Roman shot her a condescending look across the table. “Does ‘tell us everything’ not imply the same thing? You had to pile on with your unnecessary commentary?”
“Don’t be a bitch, Roman,” Ginny said. “I was just saying.”
They bickered until I slapped a hand down on the table. “Okay, if the pair of you want to hear anything about my time with Peter, I suggest you both stop talking.”
My friends closed their mouths and gave me all of their attention.
I let out a tired sigh. I hadn’t really wanted to divulge all the details of my time with Peter, and I would certainly keep some things to myself, but I could give them the bare bones of how it all went down. “I took him to the swimming hole the other afternoon so we could have some time to ourselves. I packed a picnic and brought some beer and we went swimming.”
Ginny made air quotes with her fingers and snickered. “Yeah, swimming.”
I shot her a dark look. “This is listening time, remember? Otherwise, you can sit in the corner.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
Roman nudged my shin with the toe of his shiny white shoe. “Keep going. We’re listening.”
I waited a minute, just to be sure that they weren’t going to start talking over me and arguing again like a couple of schoolgirls, before I continued. “Well, after we ate and talked for a little bit, we went out into the water. And, well, one thing sort of led to another.”
“Woman, I swear to God. If that’s what you consider details, I’m going to—”
“Calm down, Roman,” Ginny interrupted. “She’s a private person. Unlike you, she doesn’t feel it’s necessary to parade her personal escapades around in everyone’s faces.”
Roman laughed. “Oh please. You love hearing about my escapades. Katie, you need to give me a little more than that. Was he good? Did he know what he was doing? Did he use his hands or was he straight to the treasure trove?”
“Did you just call her vagina a treasure trove?” Ginny asked.
I massaged my temples. “Why do I tell you guys anything?”
Roman flashed a devilish smile. “He spoiled you, didn’t he? Peter has that vibe. He’s a giver, not a taker. I could practically smell it on him.”