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“Is Lauren aware you’re chatting it up with Chloe’s assistant, Melanie?”
“I’m notchatting it upwith anyone. Melanie is fooling around with Joey and told him. Joey relayed the message to me.”
Damn Joey.
No more women advice from me for him.
“So, you used Joey’s big mouth to your advantage?” I ask.
“Obviously.” He sighs. “Give me the fucking details on what’s running through her head.”
“I was hoping for a bedtime story first.”
“Once upon a time, a dude needed to give his friend details. He didn’t. Got his fucking head ripped off. The end.”
“I love a happy ever after.” I grab a towel and turn on the shower. “I think I made myself clear, but I’ll talk to her again, okay?”
“Thank you.” He sighs again. “Tell her she owes you a favor for your drunk babysitting.”
I grin. “Don’t worry; I intend on letting her know.”
3
Chloe
Yesterday morning, I thought my ex tying the knot would be the lowest thing to happen to me. I was so wrong. Somehow, my mission to escape thoughts of Kent derailed me straight into the company of a man I’d been avoiding for years.
I drank with him, allowed him to drive me home, and gave him the keys to my house to escort me inside.
He was in my bedroom, for Christ’s sake.
I’m appalled at myself for admitting how I received most of my orgasms in my last relationship.
Today’s to-do list: research realtors and vacate my ass out of here ASAP.
While I shower, my head pounds with a reminder of every sip I took last night, praying Kyle doesn’t deliver his morning greeting. Maybe he’ll see me as a weird, self-pleasuring freak he no longer wants to live next to.
Maybe he’ll move.
Fingers crossed.
Doubt it.
He pressed me for every detail about the morning Kent had walked in on me. I don’t know if it was the drinks I’d consumed or Kyle seeming sincere for once in his life that drove me to spill the embarrassing story.
I get dressed and opt for flats rather than heels. It’s easier to run in them. Operation Avoid Kyle is now in full force, and my first mission is to sprint to my car as soon as I open my door. I find my bag on the couch and shuffle through it in search of my keys.
Nothing.
Maybe he left them in my car.
I suck in a calming breath and open my front door.
“Good morning!” His voice is louder than usual, closer than usual, more annoying than usual.
I shriek, my coffee falling from my hand and splattering onto my porch, and my heart stops in my chest.
Kyle is standing onmyfront porch, smiling in front of me.
