Page 121 of My Rules

“Fuck off,” I snap.

My eyes rise to meet hers, and I know that she knows.

“Don’t say anything to Rebecca,” I warn her.

She smirks. “I wouldn’t dare.” She wanders around the cul-de-sac and disappears into Rebecca’s house.

“You trust her?”

I hit the ball. “Not one bit.”

Rebecca

“Hey,” Taryn calls as she walks in my front door. “Told you so.”

“Told me what?”

“Blake likes you.”

“He said that?” I frown as I stop stirring dinner.

“Not . . . exactly.”

I roll my eyes. “So he didn’t say it at all?”

“He didn’t need to. It was what he wasn’t saying that gave it away.”

“Like what?”

“I asked him if he liked you, and he said no.”

I hold my hand up. “And there it is, in black and white.”

“Then I gave him the look, and he gave me the look back and said, Don’t tell Rebecca.”

I stare at her as her words roll around in my head. “He said that?”

“Uh-huh.” She picks up a cookie and takes a bite. “He also said he wants to show you his dick.”

“What?” I gasp.

“Nah.” She smiles. “He didn’t say that. Just checking if you’re listening.”

I roll my eyes, and I actually have no idea whether to believe her story or not.

Maybe she’s just in matchmaking mode?

“So, what’s for dinner, anyway?” Taryn asks.

“You are literally looking into the saucepan as we speak.”

“Oh, spaghetti?”

“Yeah.” I smile at my ditzy friend. “Spaghetti.”

Saturday night

I wind the hair up around the curling wand and wait for it to set.

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