Page 163 of My Rules

I throw them a wave and march to my house.

“Wait up,” Henley calls as he runs to catch up with me.

Not now, fucker.

He falls into step beside me. “Why you ... old dog.”

“What are you talking about?” I open my front door, march into the kitchen, and turn my coffee machine on.

“Rebecca is the woman in the shower?”

“No,” I scoff.

He gestures to my hard dick in my pants. “Sure about that?”

“Oh my god,” I whisper in a rush. “You are un-fucking-believable.”

“So ...?” He smiles broadly and holds his hands up. “How was it?”

I stare at him blankly for a moment before I break and smile right back. “Incredible.”

He slaps me on the back hard in excitement. “Ha, good man.”

I can’t wipe the smile from my face, and I turn my back to him to make the coffee.

“So ...” He rocks up onto his toes as he waits for the details.

“So what?”

“How did things go? What happened?”

“I’m not discussing Rebecca with you.”

“Why not? You discuss everyone with me.”

“This is Rebecca ... our mutual friend, and I’m going to respect her privacy.”

“Oh ...” He stares at me for a beat and then puts his weight onto his back foot. “Fuck me, you’ve done your nuts already.”

“What?” I scoff. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I keep making the coffee.

“Be careful, man.”

I hand him his coffee. “What does that mean?”

“Hurt people hurt people.”

“Huh?” I sip my coffee.

“Just that. Hurt people hurt people.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re so fucking dramatic.”

“No. I’m not. When I was seeing my psychologist, he told me that hurt people hurt people ... without even meaning to, they just do. And I have to agree. You asked for my opinion, and I’m giving it to you.”

“Well. Firstly, I didn’t ask for your stupid opinion, and secondly, Rebecca is long over her divorce.”

He lets out a deep sigh, as if this is the worst thing in the world that could have happened. “You always said you were never going to be the rebound guy.”

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