“Because I have manners. I don’t want to make a scene right before Andrea’s wedding and in front of your relatives.”

“Fine. But you wanted to, right?”

Bridget grins. “Not really. It was more fun watching you struggle with playing footsies with her.”

She knew?

“She won’t bother you anymore,” I say.

Bridget shrugs. “She doesn’t bother me that much.”

“Really?” I don’t believe it. After seeing Elaine fawn over me once, Kimberly was ready to tear the woman’s hair out. “She was pretty catty to you in a passive-aggressive way.”

“That’s her issue.”

“So how come you didn’t have any problems throwing your drink in my face?”

She thinks for a moment. “Somehow, you push my buttons more.”

I’m okay with that, given I know how to push the right buttons. I pull her into me. Her body next to mine has a calming effect. It feels like everything is right in the world.

Until Bridget asks, “You ever sleep with her?”

I rub my mouth and jaw. Damn women’s intuition. “Once,” I answer. “Years ago.”

“She’s still into you.”

“You jealous?”

Bridget scrunches up her face. “Why? Just because you slept with her?”

I stare at Bridget. How is she not jealous? The women I’ve been with have always hated any ex-girlfriends or sex partners of mine. “What if I invited her into a threesome with us?”

“If I wanted a threesome, she would not be my choice.”

“Yeah? Who would?”

Bridget cranes her head to look back where we were sitting. She picks out one of the bridesmaids. “Lisa.”

“Why Lisa?”

“She seems fun and doesn’t seem to take herself too seriously. Who would you pick?”

This could be dangerous territory to discuss, like answering when a woman asks, “Does this make me look fat?”

“Lisa,” I second.

“Why?”

“Her boyfriend’s annoying. It would be fun to watch him turn green with envy.”

“Is he the world-revolves-around-me-because-I-went-to-Harvard guy?”

“That’s the one.”

Bridget laughs. I’m surprised we’re having a conversation about menage, even if it is hypothetical, without Bridget getting wierded out by it.

“You ever been in a threesome?” I ask, wondering if maybe she’s not as wholesome as she appears.

“No. Have you?”

I regret my question now.

She interprets my silence. “You have. Is it something you do a lot of?”

“No.”

“You ever do a threesome with Kimberly?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. Don’t worry. I’m not going to judge you.”

“Does it matter what I did with Kimberly?”

“No.”

She leaves it at that. We sit in comfortable silence until a server comes by and asks if we want anything. We both shake our heads.

“How much do I owe you for dinner and room service?” Bridget asks.

“JD took care of dinner. But why are we back on this topic?”

“You said I could help pay for the meals.”

“That was before I said we do the trip my way.”

“All right. I probably could only afford to pay for two meals anyway.”