“So what’s the plan for tomorrow night?” Abby asked.
“Don’t know,” I replied. “He’s supposed to call later.”
The waitress brought the drinks then, and as she set them down and walked away, Brian raised his glass. “To our newborn romantic,” he announced. “Who, just a few short days ago, was a skeptic like me when it came to love, and now has been willingly duped by it. May he turn out to be everything you hope for…and don’t forget that I have condoms if you need any.”
He clinked his glass against everyone else’s, and I inwardly winced at the overt birth-control reference. Cara bit her lip and glanced around, and Kennedy and Abby quietly took sips of their drinks. I wished I could somehow wordlessly remind Brian of Cara’s recent struggle, since he clearly had forgotten what I had told him at Halloween. Luckily, Kennedy took the wheel and re-steered the conversation.
“Congrats, hon, and good luck tomorrow. He sounds wonderful,” she said to me, then turned to Brian. “So Ricardo tells me you bought a boat, Mister Big Spender. What’s the deal there?”