Willa Nash

“I like accounting,” I said the moment she answered.

Lucy laughed. “Cynthia? Is that you?”

“I love you.” His voice was a warm caress. “Fuck, but I love you.”

“You know? I can’t even taste the vodka anymore.” Kerrigan hiccupped and gulped her drink.

“Cuz that’s water, sweetie.” Jane patted her on the shoulder.