Playing It Safe by Barbie Bohrman Read Free Book Online Page B

for now it’s for the best. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Ugh, I know, I know, I’m a horrible best friend, and now I think I have to cover my tracks a bit.
    “I mean, I don’t know how serious they are or anything like that. It’s only the second time I’ve seen them together. And now that I think about it, both times I’ve seen them together he didn’t seem to be too interested in her, so I have no fucking clue what he sees in her. Maybe she has a cape flying out of her crotch with a giant S on it. That, or she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Either of those has to be the only explanation, because everything else I’ve seen screams see you next Tuesday . And a huge one, at that.”
    Tyler is now doubled over laughing while Sabrina is shaking her head at me, covering her mouth with her hands to try to control her giggles.
    “Wow, why don’t you tell us how you really feel, Julia?” she gets out, while failing miserably at holding her laughter in.
    Oops. I really need to try and apply a filter to my thoughts more often before they reach my mouth. So much for trying to cover my tracks. I think I just elaborated a tad too much on my assumptions about Alex’s relationship with Marisa, or whatever you call that aberration.
    Honestly, aren’t you scratching your head on this one too? I sure as hell am. I’m a little embarrassed to report that I may have spent most of my night lying in bed having an actual argument with myself over it. Out loud.
    “I’m glad I could be a source of entertainment for you guys this morning,” I deadpan while they’re still laughing.
    Sabrina collects herself long enough to say, “I’m sorry, sweetie.”
    She elbows Tyler behind her to get him to stop laughing, then leans in to whisper something in his ear.
    “Hey! That’s not fair! Don’t be whispering sweet nothings in his ear while I’m sitting right here.”
    When she turns her body to face the camera again, Tyler brings his lips to her neck and starts to nuzzle her until she giggles again.
    “I so hate you guys right now,” I say sarcastically. “Get a room, for chrissakes!”
    Sabrina slaps him away and then clears her throat dramatically. “I have something to tell you.”
    “Oh my God! Are you PG, Sabrina?”
    “PG?” she asks, all confused.
    “Yes, PG. You know, like Mary with Jesus but you know who the father is,” I say, pointing at Tyler on the monitor, who is practically choking.
    “Are you insane? No, I’m not pregnant! And if I was, I don’t think I’d be telling you that news after you just called someone a cun …” She trails off, not being able to bring herself to complete the actual word. She’s always had an issue with cursing, so I’m surprised she was able to get as far as the letter n . Me, on the other hand … well let’s just say that if I had one of those curse jars where I put a dollar in for every bad word that came out of my mouth, Robin Leach would be doing a segment on me on the next episode of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous .
    “Oh shit! Are you guys getting married?”
    Both of them answer at the same time, she with a “no” and he with a “not yet.”
    I tilt my head, thinking that little exchange right there was rather interesting, but I decide not to jump all over it like I normally would. I’ll just ask her about it another time when Tyler’s not around.
    “Okay, so if you’re not knocked up and not getting married, then what is it?”
    She flashes me a smile and says, “I kind of got a promotion at work.”
    “Congrats! That’s great news.”
    “Thank you,” she says.
    “Wait, what do you mean ‘kind of’?”
    “Well, it’s not official yet because my boss wants to see how I manage the next two exhibits at the museum on my own.”
    “I’m sure you’ll do great.”
    “You really think so?” she asks.
    “Girlie, I’m positive. You have nothing to worry about. Right, Tyler?”
    He agrees and gives her a tight squeeze before