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“Okay, enough with the logic bullshit.”

“Have you ever noticed that those with psychology degrees are usually the most fucked up in the head?” she mused.

“Feel free to fuck off,” I ground out.

“Counselor, shrink thyself.”

“That’s not the saying,” I countered, and Clementine laughed.

“I’m sorry he’s being weird,” she said.

“Was that so hard?” I whined. “I need my best friend, not someone to tell me to be nice to my man.”

“Oh, so you’re finally admitting he’s your man?”

I sighed. “I should probably pull my head out of my ass at some point, huh?”

“You absolutely should,” she agreed. “I think I should come down for a weekend visit. Help you sort some of your shit out.”

“You really should. Soon.”

“Okay. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Sounds good.”

“I need to get going...unless, you need more head shrinking.”

I grinned. “I’m good. Thanks, honey.”

“Talk to you soon.”

I hung up and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, grabbing a toothbrush from Doc’s stash of extras on the way.

Olivia

Isucked down my fourth lemon drop, and Jasmine reached over and snagged the menu away from me as I tried to order another one.