“Hot damn. Look at you.” Her eyes bug out of her head when she takes in my appearance. “You come to help or work the pole?”
“You’re such a b***h,” I mutter, laughing. “My closet isn’t filled with Levi’s and tank tops.”
“Well, that’s an easy fix.” She winks. “Come on,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me with her. “I’m loading up the horse now, and then we can get going and hopefully see Trent.”
I can practically hear the lust oozing from her voice. She’s been texting me updates every time they meet for lunch or dinner, and last weekend he even took her out for their first official date. It’s been nice seeing her this happy, even if it seems to be happening quickly. No one deserves it more than her.
“I can’t wait to meet the infamous Trent Laken,” I mock.
“He’s perfect, Em. So sw
