“She cheated on him,” she cheered.
The table went silent for half a second.
Then Taylor said, “I’m sorry, that’s hilarious.”
Liv pressed a hand to her mouth. “No.”
“Yes,” Billie said, eyes wide. “With another resident.”
Wren sat back. “Hospital drama is unmatched.”
I blinked. “Karma.”
“And apparently he’s devastated,” Billie went on. “Serves him right.”
A laugh bubbled out of me. I tried to stop it. The girls started laughing too, and suddenly the whole thing felt lighter than it ever had. Julian, who had once made me feel stupid and small and humiliated, was now just a punchline at a table full of women drinking expensive cocktails.
Taylor leaned forward. “So are we officially in the ‘Catherine needs to get laid’ portion of healing?”
I choked on my drink.
Liv grinned. “Apparently we are.”
“I hate all of you,” I said, frowning even if I really did need to get laid.
“No, you don’t,” Billie said. “And yes, you do need to get laid.”
“I’m busy. I have no time.” That was a lie. I could make time if Hunter was willing.
“That’s not a medical contraindication,” Billie noted.
Wren laughed into her drink.
Taylor tilted her head. “Anyone interesting?”
“No.” I answered fast, maybe too fast, because Billie made a sound.
I turned to her slowly. “Do not.”
Her eyes widened with fake innocence. “Do not what?”
“You know what,” I warned.
“I know many things.” She leaned toward the table. “For example, Catherine had the fattest crush on Hunter Russell when she was a teenager.”
“Billie Rose.”
Liv gasped.
Taylor’s mouth fell open.
Wren looked delighted. “Oh, this night just got good.”
“It was nothing,” I said quickly.
“It was not nothing,” Billie said. “She told me about it first year after two margaritas.”
“You swore to take that to your grave.” I pointed a finger at her. We were all feeling our drinks, that was for sure.