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“Wow, you really are whipped.” Matt made the sound of a whip cracking to emphasize his point.

“See!” Rob said. “And he keeps checking his phone. He’s like a teenage girl in love.”

“I’m just checking the score of the Knicks game,” I said. But I wasn’t. I wanted Bee to text me. I had been thinking about her all day.

“Every screen in this bar has the Knicks game on,” Rob said. “Seriously, what is wrong with you?”

“He’s in love,” James said and sat down.

“I’m not in love. And what do you even know about it? You’re divorced and dating a girl that’s barely legal.”

“Just because you’re in denial doesn’t mean you have to be a dick.”

“Fine. You’re in love. Great. I’m not.”

“Yeah you are,” Matt said. “You haven’t stopped talking about Bee ever since you met her. You’re completely infatuated. Rob’s right. You’re acting like a high school girl with a crush.”

“Jesus, why not a high school boy with a crush? You’re all crazy.” I took a sip of my beer. I wasn’t going to turn into some whipped dick. I just needed to stop thinking about Bee for two seconds.

“Oh,” James said. “Speaking of Bee, I need her number.”

“I thought you already got the girl you wanted from the University of New Castle?”

“Yeah, I did. It’s not for me. Penny wants it.”

“I don’t think them hanging out is a good idea.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “Why does Penny even want to?”

“Because her only other friend from Delaware that’s here is a guy. And I’d rather her hang out with your new girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend. And it’s going to be weird if they’re friends if we stop seeing each other.”

“If? There you go. Point made,” James said.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“You said if, not when. I think it’s great, Mason. You don’t have to act so defensive.”

“I don’t,” Rob said. “I think it’s terrible.”

Matt laughed. “I’m just happy she’s a poor secretary. Because Mom and Dad are going to be pissed. Not that they aren’t already pissed at you.”

“She’s not going to meet them,” I said. “We’re just fucking.”

“Whatever you say,” James said. “I still need her number.”

“Yeah, I’m not giving you her number. Tell Penny I’m sorry.”

“What is she doing tonight anyway?” Matt asked.

“Studying,” James said.

“Has she gotten close to any of her new professors?”

James frowned. “No.”

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