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Conor reaches for his phone. “I’ll call Harlow.”
“No, don’t—” I groan when it starts ringing. Chances I’ll ever hear the end of this just plummeted to zero. And she’ll probably tell Rylan, since they’re besties now.
“Hey, Hayes,” he says when Harlow answers. “Fashion question for you.”
Whatever Harlow replies with, it makes him smile.
“Not for me. Aidan needs help picking out the outfit he’s going to get buried in.”
I roll my eyes.
A pause.
“No, he’s feeling fine. But he’s going over to Coach’s house for dinner, and we’re not sure he’ll make it back alive.”
Asshole. As if I’m not nervous enough about tonight already.
Harlow says something.
“What are the choices? Um, blue or—” Conor squints. “Darker blue?”
“It’s green,” I tell him.
“Blue or green,” he relays to Harlow. Then asks me, “What else are you wearing?”
“What do you mean, what else am I wearing? It’s what I’m wearing.”
He looks me up and down, then tells Harlow. “Navy pants. White shirt.”
“They’reblack, Hart. Ijusttold you they were black.”
“Jesus, Phillips, calm the fuck down. You asked me for help, remember?”
Yup. And I knew I’d regret it.
“Harlow wants to know if you have navy pants,” he relays.
“What’s wrong with black pants?”
“Aidan wants to know what’s wrong with black pants,” Conor tells Harlow.
This is the most ridiculous game of Telephone ever.
I step forward. “Just give me the phone.”
Conor hands his cell over.
“Hi, Harlow,” I say.
“Hi, Aidan.” She sounds supremely amused. “I hear you’re getting dressed for your own funeral.”
“Yeah. And your boyfriend has been absolutely no help.”
Conor flips me off.
“He considers dressing up jeans instead of sweatpants, so you should have known that,” Harlow tells me.
True.
