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“Nice. You can go home and relax. I worry,” Cora said, gesturing to her bump.
Taryn reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’m tougher than I look. Besides, I’m on toenail trimming duty for the next 3 months at work. It sucks.”
“Still.”
“So,” Taryn asked. “Am I taking you home or to Jamie’s?”
“Lemme find out,” Cora said as she dug her cell phone out of her purse.
She had one text message from Jamie.
“I miss you.”
Quickly she typed back, “Want company?”
Her phone buzzed with the response, “You’re not driving are you?”
“God, no. Taryn is. I had way too much to drink.”
“Oh really? In that case come on over, baby. Tonight just got infinitely more interesting. I’m watching MASH reruns.”
Cora laughed out loud and said, “Jamie’s, please.”
“I figured. Ya know, you guys are really cute together. It’s nice to see you happy again. I was worried.”
Letting out a sigh, Cora said, “I’m trying not to think about any of it too hard. I analyze things to death and try to make rational choices. That’s how I ended up with Bryce, by the way.”
“Pig,” Taryn muttered.
“Did I tell you that he stopped by my office the other morning? Remember the crazy guy in my office. I figured out who it was. The father of one of the court cases I testified in. Anyway. He just shows up at my office with the temporary restraining order I wasn’t able to obtain on my own.”
“Well that’s nice, I guess. You’re lucky that’s the only thing he gave you. The prick.”
“Agreed,” Cora said, smirking. “Jamie met him.”
“Tell me that he beat Bryce to within an inch of his life. Please,” Taryn begged.
Cora couldn’t help the smirk that pulled across her face when she said, “Don’t I wish. He was polite.”
Taryn frowned and said, “Yeah. I guess he would be. I can’t picture him angry. He always has that dopey grin on his face.”
“Hey, now,” Cora cautioned. “Turns out he was pissed off but I didn’t figure that out until later.”
“I really can’t picture him angry.”
Cora nodded and, she couldn’t fight the sappy grin when she said, “We fought...and then made up.”
“Angry makeup sex is the best,” Taryn agreed, grinning.
“It is. And I don’t even know why I’m telling you this,” Cora said.
“You’re drunk. And you want to make me jealous.”
Cora waved her off and said, “Don’t be silly. Just do what Celia suggested. He’ll have his pants off before you finish the sentence.”
“And on that note, we’ve arrived,” Taryn said. “Can you make it up the stairs?”
“Jesus. I had like four drinks. I can make it up the stairs.”
