I don’t want to be the third wheel,” I told Josephine emphatically.

“You won’t be.” She was doing her eye makeup, lining her big blue eyes with a dramatic kohl pencil. When she added the mascara, she opened her mouth in an “O,” and I thought how sexy she looked. Blake was a lucky man.

“I will, Joey. I’ve been in situations like this before,” I countered petulantly. I didn’t want to be impolite. But my roommate was inviting me out with her guy, and I just knew I’d end up feeling like I was crashing their party. I didn’t think I could handle any more rejection. “You know what they say,” I reminded her. “Three can be a crowd.”

“Three can be a lot of things,” she insisted. “Trust me. Blake... Read More