"So we all have to know. Are you banging Micah or what?"
Tessa thought it was strange that although her world was
silent, she could almost imagine the voices of all of the women
around the table trying to talk at once. The question had come
from Mara, and her friend had tapped her arm before she
spoke so Tessa could look at her. It had been that way with
all of the homes tonight, each of them tapping her forearm if
they had a question for her or something they wanted to tell
her. Way different from what she'd feared, Tessa found she was
actually enjoying the boisterous table of females and their non-
stop chatter. It wasn't awkward at all because the home was
savvy enough to signal her discreetly so she wasn't excluded
from the conversation.
Tessa didn't catch everything, but she was part of the
conversation.
Every set of female eyes at the table was looking at her
expectantly, curiously. Although she knew they were int-
erested and teasing, Mara's question put her in a difficult
situation. She opened her mouth to speak, and then clo-
sed it, not
knowing what to say.
Happily, she as saved the Homer got up from his place
beside her on the floor and put his muzzle off her purse,
and laid a paw on her thigh. It was obviously a sign that her
phone was buzzing.
"Excusing me a moment," she told Mara with a nervous
smile as she patted Homer and then reached into her purse to
pull out her phone.
She'd been waiting for Micah to text and tell her he'd ar-
rived at his penthouse in New York. As expected, the
message was from him.
Micah: I'm home. Are you talking about us guys yet?
She smiled, hating to admit he was right. The group
did talk a lot about the men their lives, but it wasn't
their only topic of conversation. It was obvious that they
were all madly in love with their guys, so the conversation
about them came up naturally.
She answered.
Tessa: Do all I think all we talk about
is them?
Micah: Pretty much.
Tessa snorted quietly, wanting to burst his bubble, but
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