That meant it was Rhiannon. She was probably supposed to feel bad about that. She kind of liked Rhiannon, at least more than she liked Valerie, but that made it a low bar to leap. A couple of beers and a conversation about sex did not a friendship make.

"No reason," Theresa answered with a one-shouldered shrug. "A little bird told me those girls can be sneaky. Like, they're basically secret agents and stuff. James Bond with tits."