I could tell she was in the car, but when I heard the faint, rhythmic click of her indicator, I knew she was pulling over. There was a moment of silence. “What’s going on, Nova? I haven’t heard from you in ages, and I let it go because I knew you were settling into parenthood and a new city. But the first I hear of my best friend in a month is on a gossip page on social media? Should I be worried?”

I sighed heavily. She was right. I’d been a shitty friend. “No, I was happy.” I caught myself. “I am happy. This is just a weird speedbump.” My eyes met Devan’s, and he picked up Huey, miming feeding him. I nodded and watched him leave, my heart doing this weird little flip thing. “So fucking happy, Chloe. But sometimes, I’m not sure I’m meant to be happy.”

Chloe gave a derisive snort. “Stop that shit right there. You deserve happiness more than anyone else I know. But you’re going to have to start at the beginning. Are you actually dating four fucking hockey players?”

I frowned at the reminder that Muss and Julieta were being dragged into this shit. “Only two hockey players. And Devan Mayson. Huey’s uncles.”

Chloe made a strangled noise. “You’re fucking Devan motherfucking Mayson? Billionaire Devan Mayson? Forbes ‘Thirty under Thirty’, bachelor of the year, Devan damn Mayson? And you didn’t think to tell me, your best friend of twenty-three years?”

I cringed. “It's a new thing.”

“Not so fucking new if the world is looking at pictures of you gazing lovingly at each other.” She sounded kind of mad, and a fresh wave of guilt hit me.

So I explained everything again, for the second time that morning. Chloe sat quietly and listened, and unlike with Julieta, I spared no details. She gasped when I told her about Rigby going down on me in the kitchen, and River kissing me, and the bitch from ASPN catching us.

When I got to the part with Rigby’s proposal of polyamory, she screeched. “Oh my freaking god! I am happy for you right now, but also insanely fucking jealous. They all agreed?” I made a humming affirmative noise. “And now you’re being dicked down by three extremely fucking attractive men on the regular? Wait, I’m pulling up Rigby Engman’s player profile. I already Googled River Cooper when you told me he contested for Huey’s guardianship, so I knew who I had to put a hit on if he made you sad.” I chuckled; she would, too. “Oh. My. God. He looks like sunshine, if sunshine was a buff human with a fucking ass sculpted from stone. Girl, if I was there, I’d high five you so hard right now…”