Page 4 of Perfect Pursuit

Heel. Pless help?

Ethan:

Christ, witch. You’re not making sense. Do you have a dog?

Fallon:

Hang onder.

Ethan:

Hangover?

Fallon:

K.

Ethan:

You scared the piss out of me.

Fallon:

Shhh. Yipping too loud.

Ethan:

You mean typing?

Fallon:

Sure.

Ethan:

How is it you can hear my typing?

Over and over Fallon sends me an emoji of a bell, telling me without exerting effort every message I send pings her phone. Part of me takes a perverse satisfaction knowing she and Austyn are feeling the agony from their morning after. A chuckle erupts from the back of my throat after my heart calms down.

Fallon:

Oh. God. Hurts.

Ethan:

You know the answer?

Ethan:

Don’t drink that much.

Fallon:

DIDN’T!

Fallon:

Two.

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