“You’re done with work now, right?” Blair already knew the answer to that question, but it seemed like a logical place to start.

“You know I am. Remember? I gave you a hard time when I found out you were leaving me the first week I actually had time off this summer.”

Blair rolled her eyes. Of course Marisol wouldn’t let her get away with asking dumb questions. “Yeah, yeah. Okay. Anyway, are you still dating your camp boyfriend?” This was another question Blair was pretty sure she knew the answer to due to the recap Marisol had given in excruciating detail about how they snuck off for a quickie in the woods the week prior.

Marisol laughed. “Yes, we’re still dating, because we’re not ten. He wasn’t my camp boyfriend. We’re two adults who met while working at a children’s summer camp together.”

“And how many times did you two adults sneak off to have sex while working at said summer camp?”

Marisol was quiet for a few seconds before she finally spoke again, this time her voice not nearly as cocky. “Touché.”

“Perfect. I have a proposition for you.”

“Could you please stop dragging this out and just tell me what the fuck you want?”

Blair laughed at her friend’s attitude. She loved this bitch so much. “I would like to offer you a long weekend at the beach in exchange for one little favor.”

“I’m listening…”

“Come down tomorrow and watch Nolan for a few hours, and I’ll get you a hotel room for you and your boy toy through the weekend.”

“You want me to watch the kid you’re supposed   to be babysitting while you take his mom on a date?”

“It’s not…” Blair lowered her voice to a whisper in case Erin woke up. “It’s not a date. I just want to do something nice for her. She never gets the chance to hang out with other adults, because she’s too busy being the world’s best fucking mom. I want to give her a few hours to have fun with someone who isn’t a child.”

Much to Blair’s surprise, Marisol cackled in response. “Sorry. Sorry. I just find it hilarious that you think hanging out with you doesn’t mean she’ll be hanging out with a child.”

“Whatever. I’m twenty-two.” Blair was trying not to let Marisol’s words sting. She knew Marisol was just joking, but the age difference between her and Erin was one of the glaringly obvious obstacles standing in the way of them ever becoming more than friends.

“Twenty-two going on thirteen,” Marisol said between more laughter.

She wasn’t exactly wrong , but Blair wasn’t in the mood for her teasing right now. “Are you going to do it or not?”

“Ouch. For someone asking for a favor, you’re not being very nice right now.”