I’d made Kenzie promise me no big party, just the three of us going out and enjoying a few cocktails, and so far it appeared she’d kept her end of the bargain.
“Our baby girl’s growing up, Ty!” MacKenzie squealed and pulled me in for a hug. I patted her back and pulled away for some personal space. I wasn’t the best hugger in the world. Tyson laughed and navigated around us, entering my apartment. He knew better than to try and hug me after I went completely stiff in his arms the one and only time he’d attempted it.
“Thanks for the roses,” I called to his back as he made his way into my kitchen to fetch a vase. He’d spent enough time in my apartment to know where everything was. Heck, I think he knew my apartment better than I did. Once I called him to ask how to clean my hair out of the clogged shower drain and he informed me I had a bottle of drain cleaner under the sink in the kitchen. He was good to me, and so was MacKenzie. She often forced me out of my shell, which, however painful at times, was good for me too.
MacKenzie took over the kitchen island, extracting various bottles of alcohol and mixers from her bag. Ty got the glasses and filled them with ice, while I stood and watched.
“What’s in here?” I poked at the lid of the shallow plastic pan, expecting it to hold a cake.
“Jell-O shots,” MacKenzie answered, smiling. “Try one.”
I pulled off the lid and set it aside. The pan was filled with small plastic shot glasses that contained a rainbow of jellied concoctions. They certainly looked inviting. I selected a green one and tipped it up to my mouth, but the gelatinous mass remained firmly planted inside the cup.
MacKenzie laughed and glanced at Tyson. “Teach her how, Ty. I forgot we had a Jell-O-shot virgin on our hands.” She measured two shots of clear liquor and dumped them over a glass full of ice, mixing the drink like it was second nature.
Ty smiled and rounded the island to stand next to me. “Stick out your tongue.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
He chuckled. “Just do it.”
I complied and he brought the cup to my mouth, showing me how to swirl my tongue around the edge of it to loosen the Jell-O until it slipped out of the cup and into my mouth.
“Mmm. Green Apple?” I asked.
Ty wiped away a smear of Jell-O from my bottom lip and licked it from his finger.
MacKenzie nodded. “Yep. And here’s your birthday drink.”
It was pink and bubbly. I took a sip and found it surprisingly refreshing. You could hardly taste the vodka shots I’d seen her dump in. It was grapefruity and delish. “Thanks.”
Once we all had drinks, courtesy of MacKenzie, Ty grabbed the pan of Jell-O shots and we made our way into the living room to sit in the center of my cream-colored shaggy rug.
“We need music.” MacKenzie opened my laptop and my heart nearly stopped. I leapt from my seat in an effort to stop her from seeing what she was about to see, but I was too late.
“Holy shit!”
My cheeks flamed as I remembered what I’d last used the computer for—I’d typed in the address for the p**n website from the business card when I got home and searched until I found Cade’s pictures.
“What is it?” Ty asked, peeking around MacKenzie’s His face scrunched in disgust. “Gah!” He jumped back from the computer like he’d just been stung.
“You look at p**n , Alexa?” The surprise in MacKenzie’s voice was unmistakable. “I’m not judging, not at all, proud is more like it—I’m just surprised. You’ve always seemed sort of innocent.”
I swallowed and grabbed the laptop from her lap, pulling it onto my own. “It’s not what you think.” I opened my music library and started my playlist of indie-rock, then set the computer aside.
MacKenzie laughed, throwing her head back. “Sorry, sweetheart, but that’s gonna require an explanation. I mean, you’ve never taken a Jell-O shot, you were raised by the Waltons, your freaking panty-drawer is organized by color and day of the week. Spill it, babe.”
Tyson glanced up from his drink. “You’ve got day-of-the-week underwear? Oh, I’ve gotta see this.” He stood and wandered down the hall into my bedroom MacKenzie and I jumped to our feet to follow.
“Ty!” I called. “Get out of there!”
He chuckled and pulled open the top drawer of my hand-carved, pale-pink dresser. “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding, Kenz.” He lifted a pair of white cotton briefs from the top of the pile and held them up to inspect. “Sunday,” he read the backside, chuckling.
I snatched them from his grasp, tossed them back in the drawer and slammed it shut with my hip. “Enough. Out.” I shooed them from my bedroom. Yes, I bought the packaged cotton undies. They were comfy. Sue me. MacKenzie stood her ground, blocking the door to my bedroom. “Only if you tell us the story of you looking at p**n . I bet you don’t even own a sex toy do you?”
“I’ll tell you.” I navigated my way around her out into the hallway. But I was so not answering the sex-toy question. Even if Ty was like a brother to us, he was still male, and I wasn’t about to admit that I had a vibrator tucked in the back of my underwear drawer. God, I would have been mortified if they’d found that.
Once we were seated on the living room rug again I downed a few more Jell-O shots to ease my nerves and pulled a throw pillow into my lap. MacKenzie sat across from me, looking smug, leaning back against the sofa.