“I can’t wait to overindulge on that soon, too,” Diana teased, and Sydney grabbed hold of her chair, spinning her back toward the table to face the laptops. “We’re about to jump back on our call, and you’re distracting her.” Sydney flicked her wrist over her shoulder, letting me know to beat it. “Fine,” I grumbled, but now eating cake with Diana while naked was at the top of my one-day-we’ll-do-it list.
