Love Entwined by M.C. Decker Page B

were going to the mountains. I could be in shorts and a bikini top during the day, but would need a hoodie at night. And, I didn’t know what Bentley had planned for the evenings. I knew he’d want to spend some time with his mom during the day, but knowing him he’d made reservations for dinner at some fancy restaurants—which would require at least one little black dress, and jewelry to accessorize. And, shoes—footwear was an entirely different predicament all together. Where is Katie when I need her. I sighed in frustration as my phone jingled beside me.
    “Seriously, how did you know I needed you right now?” I said, without even properly greeting my best friend.
    “Instinct,” she laughed. “I knew you were leaving with Bentley in a few hours and I figured you were going crazy. I take it by your ‘hello,’ or lack thereof that I’m correct?”
    “I don’t know what to pack!” I yelled in desperation through the phone. “Seriously, I wish there were like some sort of time travel portal that could get you from Bora Bora to my bedroom with a snap of my fingers.”
    “Sorry, no such luck,” she said.
    “We really need to get on that then. Think of all the millions we could make.”
    “OK, well you contact the investors on that Shark Tank show and tell me when to show up.”
    “I’ll get right on that, but in the meantime, I need some serious help. What the hell am I supposed to pack?” I said, frantically.
    “I’m still not following. Does it really matter? Won’t you be walking around ‘nekked,’ and getting busy on a bearskin rug the entire time?”
    “There’s not a bearskin rug, asshole.”
    “Caught ya! You didn’t deny walking around in your birthday suit, or getting busy! Oh, and there’s totally a bearskin rug,” Katie chuckled.
    “Whatever. I will not confirm, or deny anything. And, how the fuck would you know if there’s a bearskin rug?” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes from uncontrollable laughter.
    “Greg told me about it. He went down there on some boys’ fishing weekend a few years ago. He says it’s the cheesiest thing ever, but he secretly wants to get one for the bedroom. He won’t admit it, but I know he wants one. It’s right up there with a mirror for the ceiling.”
    “Eww, seriously! I’ve heard enough. I don’t need to know about your weird sexcapades. Besides, you need to tell me what to pack already. Bentley is going to be here in less than two hours and I still need to shower.”
    “Don’t forget to shave—everywhere,” she interjected.
    “I’m ignoring you.” I said, scrunching my face with the realization that I did in fact need some maintenance down there.
    “You do know that if you were really ignoring me, you wouldn’t have first told me you were ignoring me.”
    “Ugh! Would you stop being a smartass and help me pack. Why do I get the feeling that you’re drunk anyways?”
    “I’m not drunk. Well, unless you count the three mimosas I’ve had at every meal since I’ve been here,” she said, hiccupping.
    “Oh my god. You’re ridiculous. I’m hanging up and Facetiming you so you can see my closet. You’re helping me even if you’re plastered.”
    “I’m not pla–.” I ended the call before she’d even finished denying her current inebriated status. I quickly dialed her again using the Facetime feature on my iPhone. “stered,” she finished as she answered the call.
    After about thirty minutes, I’d finally packed three suitcases. It was probably way too much, but Katie really wasn’t much help and I ended up packing everything around me—I figured I’d rather have too much than too little.”

    “Seriously, four suitcases?” Bentley asked with a raised brow.
    “No, I only have three, thank you very much.”
    “One, two, three, four. There are definitely four bags there, Shamrock. I think you need to watch the counting episode of Sesame Street again. You know the one with the stuffed Muppet, Dracula