“I’m sure you had the same problem, Barrett.” She winks at me while waving her nails playfully. Her nails are just as long as they were last week when I met her at the wedding, but they have a new design. Pink, orange and yellow layered. They look like a blinding sunset.

“This was a gift from Barrett.” Chloe smiles sweetly. “We actually didn’t ride together. Barrett was working, so we met here.”

“He’s got fabulous taste,” Frankie replies.

“Working on a Saturday?” Fred admonishes.

“Chloe had some friends in town so I made myself scarce.” It’s a half truth.

Fred nods. “Ah. Well, it’s important to find balance.”

“We were in bed most of the day,” Frankie winks again, her exceptionally long lashes sticking for a moment before retracting, “but we didn’t rest, if you know what I mean.”

I know what she means, and it’s the last thing I want to think about before I eat dinner.

I move for the seat next to Fred, but when I pull out the chair, Chloe drops into it. Now any conversation I try to have with him will be crossing through the table.

“Let’s get some drinks.” Fred motions for the waiter.

When the waiter arrives, Fred orders a Manhattan for himself and a sex on the beach for Frankie.

“He knows what I like.” Frankie places a kiss on Fred’s cheek. “It also happens to be my favorite drink.”

Chloe’s eyes nearly bulge out of her head. It’s hard to tell if she’s overwhelmed by Frankie’s directness or the drink menu.

“Do you want me to order for you?” I ask her.

“Yes, please.” She sighs, placing the menu back on the table.

“You should try a sex on the beach. They’re delicious.”

“Okay,” Chloe agrees.

When our drinks arrive, Chloe takes a sip of her drink and winces.

“Isn’t it fabulous?” Frankie asks, raising her cocktail glass toward Chloe.

“Absolutely.” But I can hear Chloe stifling a cough as she extends her glass to Frankie.

“First sip is always a little spicy. These remind me of Florida. I grew up there.”

Chloe takes another sip.

“Did you live by the water?” she asks Frankie.

“Daytona Beach.”

“I bet that was nice. I’m from Colorado. Buena Vista. It’s a small town.”

“Oh, is it near Aspen? Fred has a place in Aspen.” Frankie leans closer, pressing her breasts into Fred’s arm.

Chloe nods. “It’s close by.”

“Have you skied Aspen?” Frankie asks.

“We weren’t skiers growing up. With the equipment, lift tickets and all the other gear, ski days were too expensive with five kids.”

“Five kids?” The question falls out of my mouth before I realize this is surely something I would know about Chloe if we were really dating.

Everyone’s eyes shift toward me.