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“No time for popcorn.” I grinned as I took out my phone. “This is happening.”

Cade leaned over my shoulder. The nearness of his body and his musky scent were not lost on me as I typed.

I miss you.

The little dots started moving.

Derek: Are you drunk?

Our shoulders shook with laughter.

“Touché, dickwad,” Cade said.

Daria: Maybe.

Derek: Then I’m gonna assume you don’t mean what you just said.

“Let’s mess with him.” Cade spoke into my ear.

Daria: What if I do mean it?

Derek: Then that would be pretty inappropriate.

Cade took the phone before I could stop him and started to type.

Daria: Inappropriate is you getting married to my supposed friend. But what do I know?

Shit! I turned to him. “Good one.”

Derek: Are you serious? I thought you were over that.

I took the phone from Cade and typed.

Daria: Actually, this whole message was a dare. I have balls bigger than Cade, so I stole it. Have a good day.

Derek: Huh? Balls? You’re not making sense. Who’s Cade?

“Can I?” Cade pleaded as he held his hand out.

I passed him the phone. “Go for it.”

Cade typed.

Daria: Cade is someone with balls bigger than YOU and a WAY bigger dick.

I covered my mouth in laughter, which was interrupted by another hiccup, as one final text came in from Derek.

Derek: Take care of yourself. Don’t drive.

“Take care of yourself?” Cade tossed the phone. “What a douche.”

“He’s so out of touch, even if he thinks I’m drunk off my ass right now. He doesn’t realize the magnitude of what he did to me. He believes it was okay because we were broken up.”

“He could’ve dated literally any other woman in the world. But instead, he decided to date your friend? Marry her? That takes a special kind of asshole.” He turned to me. “What’s her name?”

“Sharon.”

“Sharon. Another asshole.”