Jo rolls his eyes. “Beej, never in my wildest dreams could I have foreseen that joke taking such a fucking turn.”
I roll my eyes at him and he nods his chin at me.
“You end it with Jordan?”
“No.” I grimace a little as I wring my hands. “Actually, when I got home I fucked her.”
“You what?” says a little voice from behind me.
I swing around and there she is: girl of my dreams, standing there in a little lilac dress and a cardigan, with her heart that I just smashed to pieces in her hands.
I sigh as I stand to my feet. “Magnolia—”
And then she darts off.