Frank:Just sitting back and watching this unfold.
Charlie:Crap, an influencer is being paid 30K to tweet about a lipstick brand, and she just tweeted about their competitor’s product. Idiot! I have to fix this, but I’m going to leave you with this . . .
Charlie:It’s going to be two parts.
Charlie:1 the psychic said to go back to the source to break the curse.
Melusi:
Charlie:2 and as it turns out, that source might actually be the best sex in the world.
Charlie:So in case curses and psychics are real, just do it. It could be a double curse break.
Charlie:BYE!
Frank:Actually, we do agree with that.
Yo:We do too.
Ash:No amount of you guys agreeing to anything will change the fact that I am not having sex with him. Besides, dating detox, remember?
Melusi:Have a cheat day. All diets allow for a cheat day.
Sarah:Exactly! You need a cheat day.
Ash:Guys, not happening. I need to go though. I do have actual real work to do.
A distant clap of thunder caught my attention as the car pulled up.
“A storm like this is very unusual for this time of year,” I heard someone say, and I turned to see the lodge manager standing in front of me.
“We do need rain, though,” the game ranger replied.
“Air-traffic control says it’s a potential category-three storm,” the pilot commented. “They said I might not be able to take off.”
“Very unusual. We have electric storms here every now and again, but not this bad, and not at this time of the year,” the manager reiterated. I was not going to be able to get much done in this light, so today seemed like a write-off.
“Sorry about this,” said Max.
“About what?” I asked.
“About the storm—you not being able to do the work you need to do right now.”
“You didn’t bring the bad weather,” I said to him, causing that little lopsided smile again. His facial hair was a little longer than it had been. I’d never really been into facial hair, but holy crap, he looked good with it. What did Melusi always say? “Beards are make-up for men.” And he refused to date a man with a squeaky-clean face.
“How long have you had that?” I pointed to his face.
“You like it?”
“Maybe,” I teased.
“On and off for about ten years now. I shave it off at least three times a year, though. Apparently, it’s good to let the skin breath, or so I’ve heard.”
“Huh.” I didn’t know if this was true, but it made sense. “It looks good,” I admitted, and immediately regretted it, because that lopsided smile grew.
“Careful, I wouldn’t dispense too many compliments.”
“And why’s that?” I asked.
