Page 15 of Shameless

“You aren’t in Texas anymore?”

I shook my head. “Las Vegas.”

“Ah, Sin City.”

Before anything else was said, the door to my room flew open. Amanda’s eyes widened. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Nothing to interrupt,” I said.

“Yeah, I should go get some beauty sleep.” Blake hooked his thumb toward where I assumed his room was located. “I’ll catchy’allat the pool tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.” I smiled and gave a little wave.

“Night.” He winked and walked away.

Amanda backed into the room as I entered.

“Thanks for that.” I narrowed my eyes.

“What?”

“I know you just wanted to butt in.”

“I was going to get some ice.”

“Where’s the ice bucket?” I challenged, looking at her empty hands. Peering around, I saw Amanda, Josie and Taylor sitting on the couch with the TV on. Three glasses of wine were lined up on the table in front of them. “Wait. What’s going on here?”

“What do you mean?” Taylor asked.

“You’re feeling better?” I inquired of Josie.

“I … ah …,” she hesitated.

Something was up with them, and I wasn’t sure what it was.

My three friends looked at each other and then Taylor said, “Josie wasn’t sick.”

I balked. “What?”

“We just wanted you to be alone with him,” Josie admitted.

“What? Why?”

Amanda wrapped an arm around me. “Because you just got divorced. We wanted you to have fun.”

“This was supposed to be a girls’ trip,” I countered.

“It still is, but we were hoping you would get laid.” Taylor wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Did you?” Josie asked.

“You guys are ridiculous.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a yes or no.” Amanda smirked.

I groaned with a frustrated sigh. “It’s a no, and I’m going to shower.”

“He said he’ll meet us at the pool tomorrow. There’s still hope,” Amanda informed our friends.