Gah. She knew Hannah had something she’d wanted to gossip about, but hearing it out loud was still embarrassing. Becca checked her reflection quickly, certain that the beard burn was going to be bright red like a scarlet letter. Nope. Her face looked blessedly normal, thank goodness. “Who said we were kissing?”

“That’s just the rumor,” Hannah said innocently. “Is it true?”

“It was just a date,” Becca insisted. “A first date. A very nice, chaste one.” Man, she was such a liar. Her mind was still fired up with thoughts of how Hank had felt as his weight pressed her down on the couch, his hand in her panties as he’d made her come. Yeah. Not very chaste at all.

“Mmm. I’ve never talked to him. What’s he like?”

Oh god. She was being put on the spot. “Um . . . horror movies? Steak? His daughter?” She gestured over at Libby in the corner. “It’s just casual, I promise.”

“Is he handsome?” Hannah asked and then gestured at her face. “Under all that garbage? Maybe you can get him to shave. It has to be hard for you, him looking like he does and you always so put together.”

Amy bit her lip, her expression embarrassed. Becca felt the same way. Hannah was being pushy as heck and it was grating on Becca’s nerves because she was feeling very unsure of their status. Just one tiny text would have made everything better, but did he text her? No. Call? Nope. Was she just a free babysitter and doughnut delivery service with a bit of making out on the side?

Or maybe he just thought they were super casual and she’d hear from him in a week or two. God, that would be the worst. Becca didn’t know how to do casual. Not after being with Greg for ten years. She was past casual. She wanted something real. Something legit. “We’re just casual right now,” Becca finally lied. “It doesn’t mean anything. It was just to get back on the wagon, you know? Test the waters.”

Yeah, that sounded like a strong, confident answer. Now she just needed to believe it.

“Well, if you want to test the waters more, I have a wonderful nephew who lives in Topeka. He’s an accountant and he’s been married three times but he’s still great friends with all three of his wives.”

Oh boy. She forced a smile to her lips. “I’m taking it slow, but thank you, Hannah.”

“I should get going,” Amy said apologetically. She touched her hair. “I love this, though. It looks amazing.”

Becca beamed at her. “You have gorgeous hair. It was my pleasure.”