“Yes.” I stomp into her house and toss my purse onto the couch with more force than necessary. Teagan and Carter live together in the little two-story craftsman Carter’s been fixing up for a couple of years. Isaiah, a high school senior and the son of Carter’s late friend, lives with them in the refinished attic. Carter has pretty much gutted the whole house and put it back together one piece at a time. It’s adorable, and when he’s around, I love talking to him about what comes next in this massive makeover. But tonight, I’m glad he’s not here, because the last thing I want is for him to hear me rant about Easton. Easton and his presumptuous bathroom kissing. “Self-centered, egotistical motherfucker,” I mutter.

“Wow. Okay.” Teagan closes the door and joins me in the living room. “So you didn’t want him to kiss you, but he did. What did you do?”

“I went off on him, and then I left because I just . . .” I try to drag a hand through my hair and end up making a mess of my ponytail.

Teagan shakes her head and straightens the blanket on the back of the couch. “You know what? I think I’ll go get us a couple of beers.”

“Do you have anything stronger?”

Biting her lip, she looks at the ceiling, thinking. “I might have some tequila left over from a chicken recipe I made last weekend?”

Tequila. The word washes an Easton-scented memory over my senses. Thirteen years later, and I can still recall the feel of Easton’s hot tongue on my wrist where he licked off the salt. The man is imprinted in my mind permanently. But I don’t want him to be, and the last thing I need is a drink that will bring those memories even closer to the surface. “Beer is fine.”

I follow as she heads to the fridge.

Her dark hair frames her face as she leans in to inspect their beer selection. “I have a porter, a growler of that new hazy IPA Jake won’t shut up about—oh, or we could share this bomber of blueberry sour if you want.”

“I think my boyfriend is going to propose,” I blurt.

Teagan straightens, eyes wide.

“It doesn’t make any sense, but I saw the ring.”

Teagan lets out a long breath. To her credit, she doesn’t screech, What boyfriend?