For one thing, she shouldn’t have forgiven him so quickly. He deserved to sweat a while longer. At the very least she should have let him go on thinking that she had a real date tonight.

She’d caught his reaction when she mentioned that she had plans. That beautiful, well-pronounced jawline betrayed him, stiffening in response to her announcement. As if he had any right whatsoever to be jealous when he was the one who’d gone all “we should just be friends” on her.

Her nails bit into her palms as the anger of the last few days crept back in, yet, in an instant, her heart grew all melty at his charmingly awkward apology.

Samiah rolled her eyes. She’d totally become that girl.

But she kinda liked it.

“Over here!” Taylor waved her over. “London had to take a phone call,” she said, pointing toward the door that led to the bar’s outside patio.

Well, damn. Guess she’d have to take away that mental high five.

“Have you all ordered yet?”

“Ceviche, a cheese plate, and those fried Brussels sprouts that are to freaking die for. Oh, and margaritas, of course. Watermelon’s okay, right?”

“It’s my jam,” Samiah said.

“Are you ready for this?” Taylor asked. She flattened her palms on the table and released a deep breath. “I decided to take the homeschooling job.”

“Wow. Really?” Samiah’s eyes widened. “Tay, are you sure—”

“Hey! About time you made it,” London said, cutting her off. She rounded the table, giving Samiah a hug before climbing onto her chair just as the waiter arrived with their tapas and margaritas. “So, did she tell you about her new job as a schoolteacher?” London asked, popping a crispy Brussels sprout in her mouth.

“Not a schoolteacher,” Taylor argued. “It’s basically what I’m doing now, just with clients all under four feet. And they’re paying me two hundred bucks a class! That’s six hundred a week! Twenty-four hundred a month.”

“Yeah, not to brag, but I got all As in math,” London said.

Taylor stuck her tongue out at her. “Well, I didn’t, so let me flex my quick addition skills for a minute.” She took a sip of her margarita before continuing. “Seriously, guys, do you know what I can do with an extra twenty-four hundred dollars a month? And for only three hours of work per week? I couldn’t pass that up.”

“But it’s not only three hours. You have to take time to plan out the classes, then do the evaluations on the back end,” Samiah said. “And drive all the way out to Bee Cave.”

“Yeah, I know. I can handle it.”

“So what does this mean for your plans to grow your fitness consulting business?” London asked.