“Where are you going for this Wednesday date of yours?” God, I don’t even want to tell her. She’s going to judge JB for his choice, and then she’s going to judge me for agreeing to it. “I don’t want to say,” I admit. Her brows go up and her mouth falls open. “Why?” “You’re going to get judgy.” “Oh honey, I’m judging you anyway. Because I’m your friend and that’s what friends do.”
