of Angieâs groggy voice nearly made her jump out of her skin.
âNothing.â Lilah hastily closed the laptop.
Angie leaped out of bed and rushed over. âAre you looking at porn?â She opened the screen and read it over her shoulder. âWhatâs this? I didnât know you had a blog. I didnât even know you knew what one was. How come you never told me about this?â
âItâs private.â
Angie stared at her. âYeah, you only share it with your gazillion closest friends on the World Wide Web.â
âI mean, no one I know in real life knows about my blogs. Itâs just my way of sorting through my thoughts.â
Angie turned away and sank down on the bed.
âWhat?â Lilah asked. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âYouâre still my best friend,â she said softly. âBut I donât feel like Iâm yours.â
âWhat are you talking about? Thatâs crazy. Of course youâre my best friend.â
âThen why are there so many things in your life you donât share with me anymore? I know we donât live in the same state anymore, but weâre both on the east coast. New York is only an hour by plane or three hours by train. I can see if you donât want to invest in weekly long-distance calls, but if youâre bothering to write down the details of your life in a blog, you could have let me know. I could have kept up-to-date with you that way.â
Lilah was mortified. âIâm so sorry, Ang. I didnât mean to shut you out. I guess Iâm one of those people that when things arenât going so well, I donât like to talk about it. I can share it with strangers because they donât really know me.â
âEver since the divorce I havenât known which way was up. And even before then, Chuck required my full attention. I felt like I had an obligation to make my marriage my priority. You see how that worked out. Now, when I look around, I feel like all I have is so much wasted time.â
Lilah moved over to join her friend on the edge of the bed. âIâm sorry I havenât been a good friend to you over the last several years, Angie. I know itâs not good enough. But itâs all Iâve got.â
Angie hugged her. âItâs okay. I just want to remind you that you donât have to rely on a virtual world of strangers. Iâm right here, and I always will be when you need me.â
Lilah hugged her friend back, nearly choking on the emotions welling in her throat. The intense moment was instantly broken when her stomach released a loud groan of hunger.
Angie laughed. âWe never did get a proper dinner. I know a burger joint with twenty-four-hour delivery.â
âReally? I love New York.â
Tyler stared unseeing at his computer screen. It was nearly noon on Saturday and he hadnât gotten much, if any, work done. Weekdays were for meetings and phone calls, but Saturday mornings, he liked to try to catch up on e-mails and light paperwork. Then he could have the rest of the weekend to himself.
But today he couldnât concentrate at all. His mind kept drifting back to Lilah. He felt like a jerk for taking advantage of a woman who had clearly been intoxicated. He should have pulled away from the kiss immediately, but sheâd caught him off guard. But that didnât give him an excuse.
Tyler smacked his forehead as he did every time the embarrassment came flooding back to him. He could only imagine how she was feeling today.
There was only one way for him to make things up to her. He had to give her what she wanted. A date with Reggie.
If he knew his brother, and he did, Reggie would be in bed until something approaching three oâclock. Then, since he didnât have any other appearances scheduled for the weekend, heâd hang out in his apartment playing video games until he went out clubbing with his boys