Chapter 63

The admission surprised Ingrid. “Should I be worried that you aren’t going to take an easy dig at me?”

“I saw your asshole earlier today. You need a break.”

Ingrid’s cheeks became hot and she scowled at the floor. “I had forgotten that happened,” she muttered.

“You would have remembered after waking up. I probably would have been the one who reminded you, actually.” Lily frowned. “Maybe, just for today, I won’t call you my butthole buddy.”

“I appreciate that.”

“My crack companion.”

Ingrid ground her teeth. “Alright, we get it.”

“My poop-chute partner.”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to call me those things,” countered Ingrid.

Lily laughed. “Old habits die hard, and I only said maybe.” Her eyes widened and she leaned back in her chair as Mike wandered over carrying a bunch of dishes like a waiter. A table appeared between Lily and Ingrid where Mike set everything down.

“Bon appetit,” he said with a wink. Lily watched