Page 118 of My Rules

“I’m interested to see what he says, that’s all.” I shrug. “I told you, he said that he likes some Kayla girl. He’s bringing her on the double date this weekend.”

“I call bullshit.”

“What do you mean?”

“He doesn’t like her, no way.”

“You think?”

“Okay, tomorrow night I’m going to go to his house. I’m going to ask him, and then I’m going to come straight over to yours after and tell you what he said.”

“You don’t mind?” I wince.

“Are you kidding? Matchmaking two of my neighbors is like a dream come true.”

“What’s going on with you and Ronald, anyway?”

“I don’t know.” She sighs. “Not really in a relationship with Ronny. I’m in a relationship with his dick.”

“Is it good?”

“It’s the best, which is becoming a real problem.”

“Why is that?”

“Because Ronny the man is annoying. Ronny’s donkey dick, however, is on point. And unfortunately, I can’t have one without the other. It’s like a double-edged sword. Great sex or great guy: it’s one or the fucking other. When am I ever going to find a man who has it all?”

I smile. “I love you. You are so refreshingly honest.”

We walk in silence for a while.

“What are you going to do if he says that he does like you in that way?”

“That’s the million-dollar question.” My eyes search hers. “I actually have no idea, but I do want to know who gave him that hickey.”

Taryn rattles on about Ronny while I troll my mind for an answer ... Maybe my security camera picked something up from that night?

Hmm, I’m going to watch it back.

Blake

I look at the ball, and then I look at the hole and line up the two. I gently tap it in. “So who is this guy Bec’s going out with, anyway?” Antony asks.

“I don’t know, some loser. His name is Gregory.”

“I always think the name Gregory sounds like a cat.”

I give him the side-eye. “I never met a cat called Gregory.” I hit the next ball into the hole.

“I think if I ever had a cat, I would call it Gregory.”

I roll my eyes. “And you think about this how often?”

We continue taking turns putting.

“I’ve been doing some research, and I think I’ve narrowed it down to who Nooky Nights is.”

“Go on.” I pull the ball back with my putter and hit it again.

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