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“Maybe she’s testing you,” he said.
“Mm… maybe. She could have talked about it.”
He sipped his beer and nearly spilled it. “Talked about it? You? Isn’t that what normally has you sending me that ‘rescue me’ message?”
I chuckled. “The worst words ever uttered in the history of mankind: ‘we have to talk.’”
We laughed.
“I’m ready to meet the right girl,” Ben said, looking down at his drink.
I studied my friend, who had his fair share of admirers.
“Really? With your parents about to separate?”
“Not all marriages are doomed. And Dad brought it on himself. He’s a compulsive gambler. Something I’ll never be,” Ben admitted.
Just as I was about to comment, I noticed in the bar mirror that Ivy had arrived. I shouldn’t have been surprised because it was our normal hangout.
Thinking she might be there to see me, I turned with a big smile. Then a tall, older dude followed her in, his hand resting on the middle of her back. Now that pissed me off.
She looked at me with those big teasing blue eyes—the same look she wore when I was about to enter her.
Turning to see what had drawn my attention, Ben said, “Hey, speak of the devil.”
“Yeah, you got that right.”
I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t even spoken to a girl, let alone felt like eye-fucking one, for the two months I’d been with Ivy. And here she was, with another fucking guy.
“Boy, you must really like her,” Ben said, studying my face, which had drained of blood. “Not since Emma Hilton have I seen you looking like this.”
“I’m still paying for her therapy bills,” I responded absently as I continued to watch the girl who kept me up all night, literally, slinking about with an older dude.
“Emma just needs to get laid,” Ben said. “Do you think her therapist might suggest that?”
“No way,” I said, looking into the mirror and keeping my eye on Ivy. “Shrinks need to make a living somehow. They have to stretch the agony as far as they can.”
He laughed. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”
“I had a moment there. Mainly because I fell for my therapist.”
“Do you think with anything but your dick?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Well, you know what they say. Our brains are between our balls and our dicks are between our brains. Or something like that.”
Ben laughed. “Who says that?”
“I read it somewhere. But yeah, it’s time I got my head out of my dick.”
I watched Ivy sashay about, swaying her hips, as they decided on a table. After taking a deep breath, I downed my beer just as Alex, my other pal and wingman, arrived. “Hey, here he is.”
“Hey.” He flicked back a curl from his face.
“Beer?” I asked.
He settled on a stool and nodded. “Maybe something harder, I think. I’ve had one of those shit days.”
“You too?” I asked, gesturing to the barman.
