18. Sarah

18

SARAH

I held the tiny onesie up to show Zoey. "Pretty cute."

Zoey laughed. "It is, but we're here for a crib. And weren't you the one that told me buying newborn clothes is pointless because they grow out of it in, like, a couple days?"

My eyes flicked to the stacks and stacks of adorable, teeny tiny, folded onesies. Shrugging, I looked back at Zoey. "I said you shouldn't bother. But I will buy whatever I want."

Zoey gripped the cart and started to push it along the aisles of August and Co. As she walked, her belly bumped into the handles of the cart. She let out a groan and brought one hand to her sore back.

"No one warned me about how heavy babies are."

Stopping in my tracks, I whipped my head around and narrowed my eyes. "You weren't really around to warn. You were a Disneyland Aunt for a few years there."

Zoey bit her lip and chuckled. "Oops."

We kept strolling, soft pop from the store's speakers setting the tone for our browsing. Combing the racks, I caught sight of a tiny flannel shirt, with blue jeans, and beige work boots. It was undeniably adorable. But my mind automatically flashed with images of what Bri's little country children would look like.

My chest tightened just at the thought of her. I could still feel her lingering all over my body.

Zoey walked up next to me. "Okay, seriously, what's going on with you?"

Trying to recover, I shook my head. "Nothing, I just think it's cute.

Raising an eyebrow, Zoey crossed her arms. "Don't lie to me."

"You're so annoying." I groaned.

With a wide grin, Zoey nudged me as she kept walking down the aisle.

After a second, I bit my lip and confessed, "I slept with Bri?"

"Like, she came over and hung out?" Zoey kept scanning the shelves, not bothering to look away from her shopping.

I swallowed hard and shook my head. Even though I'd just spoken, I suddenly couldn't find the words to say it again.

Zoey stopped in her tracks as the pieces fell into place. Her mouth dropped open as she met my gaze. "Wait, seriously?"

Nodding, I smoothed my hair. "Yeah."

"Huh." Zoey's forehead wrinkled. "So are you…?"

I shrugged. "I don't know yet. I don't think I ever, like, faked anything with Jason. I'm still trying to figure that part out. But it feels nice to just listen to my body."

We continued down the aisle, stopping in front of the bottle section. A massive array was spread out before us.

"How did it happen?" Zoey smirked.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed a set of bottles. "She came over the other night for pizza so we could talk about the table. And we just got to talking about how long we'd known each other and how much had changed over the years. The moment just felt right."

Zoey giggled. "That's nice."

I set the bottles back on the shelf. "I thought I was crazy because ever since the run in at the store, I felt like there was something flirtatious in the air."

"Oh, there was. I was massively confused." Shaking her head, Zoey finally stopped in front of the cribs. "I just thought you might be a straight girl who didn't realize she was accidentally flirting with every sapphic in her life."

My jaw dropped as I rolled my eyes. "What do you mean every sapphic?"

Raising her hands in surrender, Zoey scoffed. "Just sounds like Victoria Bradley, the founder of a massive queer social app, has a bit of a thing for you."

"No." I shook my head and crossed my arms. But did she? I had felt inexplicably drawn to Vic, but I assumed it was just her general allure. She was stunning and unbelievably wealthy. Certainly everyone must feel that way about her.

But then again, maybe they didn't. When she looked at me, I felt like the rest of our worlds faded away. It would explain how she was able to make me late just by looking into my eyes.

Still, despite my own apparent crush on Vic, there was no world in which a woman like her – who had the entire world at her fingertips – would have any interest in a small town, newly out divorcée with three kids. More than anything, I was probably just a fun change of pace from her usual supermodel type that she'd forget about once she left town.

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Maybe."

With a laugh, Zoey patted my back. "Sarah Greenwood, fresh on the dating market, has two interested suitors."

I lightly punched Zoey's arm.

Before I could say anything, Zoey winced. "I'm scared to ask, but as your closest confidante, I must: how was it?"

My face flushed as soon as the words left her lips. I hadn't stopped having flashbacks of my night with Bri for days now. Everytime I blinked, I could see her broad shoulders on top of me, her lips pressed to mine, the slick pleasure between her legs.

The long pause had said enough. " That good?" Zoey's eyebrows shot up.

All I could muster was a nod.

"Jesus." Zoey shook her head. "When are you seeing Victoria next?"

I bit my lip, the thought alone making my chest tight. "Tomorrow. She flies back from Italy."

Laughing, Zoey rubbed her hand along the finished wood of a $4000 crib. "Let me know how good she is, then you can compare."

I rolled my eyes and shoved her. "You're such an ass." Looking up at the cribs, I tilted my head. "What are we doing looking at these? Didn't Robin already build one?"

Zoey rubbed her forehead. "She's in the middle of that process, but she's not a carpenter. She's a fucking contractor."

"Remind me of the difference?" I teased my obviously frustrated sister.

With a mocking tone, Zoey rolled her eyes. "Robin knows how to use tools, but her job is telling other people what to make. Not making it herself."

A laugh escaped my chest. "Well, you could always ask Bri to make sure the thing is safe."

Zoey nudged my shoulder. "Well since you seem to have such an in with her, maybe you can just get her to build it for me." She wiggled her eyebrows at me as she continued on to the next aisle.

I followed behind her, taking a look at whatever random item could distract me from the absolutely bizarre situation I found myself in. After the divorce, dating was the last thing on my mind. Even if I'd wanted to put myself out there, I doubted there was anyone out there I'd want to see more than once or twice.

But now, not only was I realizing that the scope of my attraction had expanded, but I'd found two stunning sapphics who embodied my every desire.

Picking up a rattle, I tried to take a deep breath. For all I know, Vic isn't even interested like that. This is probably just business for her.