“Works for me.”
Brooke filled the two glasses and handed one to Bex. “Also, probably not a good idea to have wine before going to a brewery, but you seem like a girl who can handle her own.”
“Why? Because the tabloids say I can?” Bex asked, feeling shame for the first time since she’d arrived. She didn’t want Brooke to judge her based on what the tabloids said about her.
“No,” Brooke said matter-of-factly. “Though, I will say that if those pictures weren’t photoshopped, I seriously hate you.”
Bex should’ve been embarrassed that her n***d body was out in the world for anyone to see, but she wasn’t angry with Brooke. If anything, she was thoroughly amused by her blatant honesty.
Bex took a sip of her wine. “No Photoshop. It’s called eating nothing but salads for the past eight years, wo
