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Sunday, the morning of the bridal shower, should have been about Casey, but she wants to talk about Tathan and go over the seating chart one last time. It’s all shit we could have done last night instead of drinking wine in the hot tub with Tathan and listening to TLC.

Priorities. We have them.

“My Aunt Carol needs two seats,” Casey says through giggles as we sit at the kitchen table in her mom’s house. It’s where the bridal shower will take place in about three hours. “And Bryan’s Uncle Tom needs to be next to the bathroom. Has some kind of bladder problem.”

“That sounds fun.” I set my mocha down and point to the left of the seating chart. “Put them there.”

She’s just making small talk because what Casey really wants to talk about is Tathan and what’s going on between us. After that, she’s going to want to talk about her bachelorette party at the Red Revolver tonight.

Thankfully, Casey is not a Vegas kind of girl. And Bryan hates gambling. He plans on hitting the strip clubs around Phoenix.

Good for him I say. Get your lap dance.

Casey feels the same way. “He can do blow off a hooker’s ass for all I care as long as he shows up for that wedding.”

I laugh because it’s something she would say. Though I couldneversee Bryan doing that.

“So,”—and here it comes—“have you. . .?”

Casey thinks I had sex with Tathan last night when she went to bed. She thinks this because of the way he was looking at me last night in the hot tub.

I didn’t. Sure, we kissed again, but no sex. Just a little Elvis and wine this past week.

“We sat up until two in the morning listening to Elvis and sang completely out of tune.”

Casey grins. “Some would call that dating.”

“No, it’s called. . . well, I don’t know, but I’m not dating him.”

“Uh-huh.” She’s giving me a look. One I don’t want. So I push her. “Shut up. We made a deal. One date. One rule.”

“And what’s that one rule?”

“He can only have one date. No matter what.”

“For the last week, you’ve been sitting in a hot tub with him every night. If you’re not dating him, you’re hot tubbing him.”

Zane chooses then to walk over. “What’s hot tubbing him?”

He actually looks excited. As if this is something he should know.

I do have to admit, our behavior begged the question are we dating?

In my mind, no, we’re not.

But we might be hot tubbing.