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“You want me to call you a bitch?”
“I want you to show some damn emotion and throw some energy into it.”
“You’re making no sense.”
“Hodger.”
“Bitch.”
“Hussy.”
“Hussy?”
“Bad choice of words. You’d have to get laid to fit into that category. I’ll go with spinster.”
My hand goes to the zing in my chest at that one. “Shit, Bex.”
“Don’t act hurt, get mad.”
“What good will that do?”
“It will make me feel better.”
“Me being angry will make you feel better?”
“Yes. Because it will prove you are humanly capable of not being perfect all the time.”
“I’m nowhere near perfect.”
“You’re pretty damn close.”
“Why do you want me mad?”
“Maybe if you got mad more often you wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“Situation? What—” The words die knowing she’s moved way past not going out to a bar tonight. My nose stings and throat burns at the concern in my best friend’s gaze. “I’m okay.”
“You’re a much better person than anyone I know. That opportunistic leech of a sister and sorry excuse for a man had the balls to send you a summons to their doom. It’s time you blow up.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have told you.”
“No, you should have called my ass last night so I could be there with you and the family.”
“Chase was hot. He disowned Rylee and Mom.”
“He told me.”
“When?”
“When I called to ream him for leaving me out. Told me about your dad, too.”
“Not exactly great news.”
“It’s excellent news!”
“My parents’ marriage is dissolving. How is that excellent?’
“Because your dad is taking a stand. Finally, he’s joining the loyalists.”
