All the Way (Romancing Manhattan #1)(46)

“That’s kind of sweet and pathetic, all at the same time.”

I laugh and pour us each our second shot of tequila. I reach for a slice of lime, sprinkle salt on my hand, lick it and take the shot, then shove the lime in my mouth and wince.

“It’s so bad that it’s good.” I smack my lips together and then take another bite of my taco. “And for the record, these are fairly healthy. I only put a little cheese on them.”

“And they’re delicious. I need to learn to cook like this.” She takes a bite. “I still haven’t met him, by the way.”

“Finn?”

“No, Santa Claus. Of course Finn.”

“I know, I’m sorry. Our schedules are all wonky. We’ll set up a time, I promise.”

“Did you just say wonky?” She covers her mouth with her hand and snorts. “Wonky.”

“How are we buzzed after two shots?”

“Because we’re little and we don’t drink much,” she says. “But I don’t care. We haven’t done this in forever.”

“Because tequila has a lot of calories,” I remind her.

“Stop taking away the fun in this,” she says with a frown, and holds her shot glass out for more. “I’ll take an extra class this week.”

“Good idea.” We clink our glasses together and drink the shot. “So, speaking of love lives, how’s yours going?”

“I don’t have a love life,” she replies, frowning. “I have a work life. And a fuck life.”

I snort. “A fuck life can be fun, as long as you’re being careful.”

“Yes, Mom, I’m being careful.”

“I’m the mom? You’re the one who called me every single day after the fire to make sure I was taking it easy and doing what the doctor told me to.”

“So we’re both moms,” she says with a shrug. “And yes, I’m careful. I’m on the pill and I make everyone suit up. Safety first.”

“Cheers to that,” I say, and we take another shot. “Do I know the fuck life?”

“Probably. Jeremy Coolidge.” I feel my eyes go wide. “What? If you tell me you’ve also fucked him, I might get creeped out.”

“No, I never fucked him, I just didn’t think he was your type.”

“He’s not.” She picks at her taco. “I mean, he is physically my type. He’s hot.”

“He has a good body,” I concede. “And his face isn’t bad.”

“It’s usually dark, so his face doesn’t concern me. And yes, he has an ego the size of Manhattan, but I don’t have to like him. I just have to like the sex.”

“Is it bad that I think that’s kind of sad?”

“It’s not sad. It’s me getting laid on a semiregular basis. I don’t have time for a relationship, Lon. You know that.”

“Yeah, it’s rough to have a relationship in this business.”

“Exactly. And this way we both know the score. And the score is, we both score.”

Sasha and I snort with laughter, we’re snorting a lot tonight, and clink our glasses again.

“Cheers to scoring,” I reply, and wiggle my eyebrows. “Scoring regularly is nice.”

“So Finn’s good in bed.”

I just nod and take a drink of water. I am tipsy.

“Like, porn-star good?”

“How would I know if he’s porn-star good?”

“Don’t you watch porn?”

I’m laughing so hard now I have to put the water down or I’ll spill it all over myself. “No, I don’t watch porn.”

“You’re missing out. Okay, how good is he?”

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable giving you the details of our sex life. He’s not a fuck life for me.”

“Don’t give me all the details. Just a couple of them.” She leans in and rests her chin on her fist. “Love sex is much better than fuck sex.”

“Yeah,” I agree with a thoughtful nod. Man, my head is fuzzy. “Although we still fuck. We do both.”

“That’s nice.”

“Yeah. And he likes to carry me around. Like, boost me up on things and stuff.”

“Hot,” she says, fanning her face.

“Totally hot. And he’s really good with his mouth.”

“Gotta love a man who’s good with his mouth.” We clink our glasses and take a shot.

“Cheers to that,” I reply, and then giggle. “So yeah, Finn’s got skills.”

“Good for you,” she says with a nod. My house phone rings. “You’re fancy, with your house phone.”

“I have to have it for the doorman,” I reply, and pick up the phone. “Yello.”

Sasha snorts, and I put my finger up to my lips, telling her to be quiet, but she doesn’t listen.

“Hello, Ms. Watson, Mr. Cavanaugh is here to see you.”

“Oh. Send him up.” I hang up and turn to Sasha in excitement. “Finn’s here!”

“I thought he was in Florida.”

“I did too.” I sit back on my stool at the kitchen island and shrug. “He must have come home early.”