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words for greater impact. “Someone from the life you claim I’m not living is actually here at the school.”
    She stared me down, her eyes challenging. “Whaddy mean some- one ? Like as in a guy?”
    “As in the guy. Remember the one you forced me to go out with with last year?” I had to give her details or she’d never let up about Darcy. Yes, my dream guy had a name. No, I’d never tell her that.
    Kenzie grabbed my watch from the dresser. “You have exactly ten seconds to spill, then explain why you’ve waited til now to spill.” She checked the watched. “Okay go.”
    I took a quick breath. “It’s Troy.”
    She dropped the watched. Her mouth fell open. And for the first time in forever, not a sound came out.
    “Troy.” She repeated when she regained speech. “As in... Troy. You... and the Theo James lookalike?”
    I rescued my watch before she could step on it. “How many times do you want me to say it? Yes. He was the guy. The one I almost slept with.”
    “You said you took his class.”
    “I did, but he used a different name, obviously. Last day of color theory, I was late... missed the bus from the hospital, and he offered to help me catch up on what I'd missed, but they were closing the school. It started with drinks, followed by dinner. Then it kinda became more when we went back to his place. It was supposed to be uncomplicated. Hashtag no strings.”
    “Uh, Hashtag too-late-for-that-now.” Her brows tightened as she tried to work things out. “So, he’s the one you bailed on when he went to the loo to grab a condom?”
    Why do I tell her so much when it always comes back to bite me. “Yeah. The one and only. In the flesh.” I cringed at how literal that had been. We’d been wearing next to nothing when he... we... oh god. What did it matter? It was over, and he either doesn’t remember it, doesn’t recognize me, or is playing it cool. I was grateful for any one of those, even if the first two bruised my ego just a bit. I mean seriously, who forgets an almost one-night-stand with a girl he met a year before hiring her for a job?
    Kenzie pressed her hands on the edge of the desk and leaned forward. “Hey, d’ya think you can get my black bra back?” she deadpanned.
    I blew out an agonized breath. “Not likely, I don’t think he remembers.”
    Kenzie was still processing as she hopped onto the desk, dangling her legs over the side. She frowned. “Wait a sec. Lemmie get this straight. You were in his class, you went to bed with the guy, and he doesn’t remember you?”
    I shrugged like it was no big deal. Although it was. “Nothing much happened really. We... I chickened out, remember. Wish I could forget the whole thing too.” I let out a long sigh.
    “Maybe he’s just being nice. Not to embarrass you or something. I mean he is your boss now.”
    “Thanks so much for bringing that up.” I snapped. “No really. It’s not like I couldn’t get the fact out of my head since day one or anything. All I know is I need this job too desperately to let anything screw it up. Grandad’s bills are going to be more than covered with what we make in a month here. No fling with a guy is worth that.” Even if he is hotter than the man in my dreams.
    “Alright. Fine. Then you stick with your denial. But I’m still really proud of you.”
    “Of course you are.”
    “Seriously Nora, it means you’re capable of having real relations with a real guy. Not just the one in your head.”
    I nodded trying hard to remember why I’d given her the role of best friend.
    She hugged me. “This is good hon. It’s progress. It might actually mean fewer sessions with Dr. Franken-strange.”
    I had to laugh at the comparison, cause let’s face it, the name fit. Anyway, it was nice not having to hide all of this from Kenzie anymore. “Now, you have to swear not to breathe a word of this to him.” I warned her.
    “Not a word.” She held up her hand, girl scout-like. It meant about a fifty-fifty