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“I agree.”
I sit up, pulling my vest down to try and cover the bulge in my pants. “Thanks for saving me, again.”
“Anytime,” she says, glancing over her shoulder to look back at me. “I mean that.”
It takes every amount of reserve st
rength I have not to pull her to me and kiss her. Instead, she lifts her phone to show me our latest post, and I crack up at the picture and the hashtags.
“It’s the perfect picture to describe today.”
I look over to see her staring at me. “Yeah. It is.”
#outlaws #gummietuesday #nexttimefollowdirections #campinginthefrontyard #bestdayever #whoops #whoneedsfeet #thefaceoftwopeoplewhoshouldvebeenarrested #uberdaveisasaint #believeindoritos #bestfriendssolidified #livingourrealestlife
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“Where are you going all dressed up?” Troy asks as I pull on my jacket.
“Rehearsal dinner,” I mutter. I’ve been avoiding him all week, and he’s let me. He tried to come down to the basement to talk, but I’d shut him out.
I can be a dick when I want to be.
Troy sits on the couch tossing a football up as I do a last-minute perusal.
“Who’s getting married?”
“A friend of a friend. What’s it to you?”
A loud, exasperated groan leaves him, and I turn in his direction.
“Jesus. How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”
“You don’t. I’m over it.” And it surprises me how much I mean it.
“You serious?”
“I mean I don’t want to hug it out with you, but yeah, I’m completely over her. I’ve got something much better going on.”
“That so?”
“It’s so. Just do me a favor and start vetting before you bring anyone else here. Not that I have any more exes. But let me make one thing clear, I don’t want yours, and I don’t want you ever taking a second look at mine.”
“Got it. I’m not going to…see her again.” It’s all I can do not to roll my eyes. He stands and pulls out a few bills from his wallet. “For what I owe you.”
I take the money as a sign of good faith and spot the duffle packed at his feet. “Where are you going?”
He shrugs. “A few guys are headed to Shreveport this weekend. I’m going to check it out. Lance left a note on the fridge that he’s out until Tuesday, so the house is all yours.”
“Nice.”
A horn sounds outside, and Troy pulls his duffle from the floor. “Later.”
“Later, man.”
He pauses at the front door. “We good?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
