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“I already think you’re crazy, Molloy.”

“Well, crazier than normal then.”

“Try me.”

“No.”

“Molloy.” Reaching across the desk, I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face me. “Try me.”

Her big green eyes locked on mine, and I fucking hated the lonesome look in them. “Joe.”

“Tell me.”

Chewing on her lip, she glanced down for a long moment before blowing out a breath and whispering, “You said she had nice legs.”

I waited a beat to hear the rest of it, but when it didn’t come, I found myself staring at her in confusion. “Huh?”

“You said she has nice legs,” she repeated, still looking down at her lap. “Youtoldher that she hasnice legs.”

“Who?”

“Danielle.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, Joe, you did.”

“When?” I asked, beyond fucking confused.

“In class.”

Oh shit, I did.“And that’s bad because…”

“Forget it.” Shrugging my hands off her shoulders, she turned back to staring at the chalkboard. “It doesn’t matter. I’m over it.”

“You’reoverit?” I shook my head, feeling at a loss.

She blew out a pained breath. “Forget it, Joe.”

“Can you just stop with this wounded girl act and be straight with me,” I growled, frustrated with this coy version of my friend. “Come on. This isn’t you. You don’t talk in riddles, Molloy. Tell me straight.”

“Wounded girl act?” She shook her head in disgust. “Wow, you really know how to talk to girls don’t you?”

“No, I really fucking don’t,” I tossed back, aggravated. “Because the only girl I talk to is you.”

“Liar,” she spat. “You talk to Danielle.”

“Oh, give it a rest, Molloy.”

“You said she hadnice legs, Joey,” she snapped, erupting on me. “Nice legs.” She turned to glare at me. “Ring any bells, asshole?”

“That’s whatthisis about?” I gaped at her. “You’re mad at me because I used the wordsnice legs?”

“On another girl.”

“They’re just words.”

“No, they are notjustwords, Joey.”

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