Chapter 11

Kristen’s POV

“Thank God for wine coolers,” Melody said as she handed me one.

We weren’t even bothering with glasses. We were just sitting on the floor of Melody’s living room, drinking straight out of the bottle. I loved evenings like this when there was nothing else to do but talk and drink and eat. It was especially perfect when there was something to bitch about.

“What do you think?” I asked. “Pizza or shall we order some sushi?”

“How about both?” Melody suggested.

“Both?” I repeated. “Italian and Japanese…that sounds strange.”

“Fuck it,” Melody said. “I want pizza, and I want sushi, so I’m ordering both.”

I laughed. “Fine,” I said, jumping on board. “Pick any pizza you want; I’m game either way. And sushi… I’ll go for a California maki and a spicy tuna maki.”

“Done and done,” Melody nodded, as she dialed in the delivery number and started to order.

I glanced at my phone and saw that I had new emails from my work account. I s