Page 240 of My Rules

Nothing more than the rebound guy.

I blow out a deep, deflated breath. I feel like fucking shit.

I’ve never been so low.

The boys arrive tonight, and I can’t wait to see them. A weekend on the town with my two best friends is exactly what I need.

“That will be twenty-two dollars,” the bored cabdriver tells me. I glance up. I didn’t even realize that the car stopped. I dig out my cash and pay him. “Thank you.” I get out of the cab and slam the door.

Fuck this.

I miss my Porsche.

“Hey.” Henley pulls me into a hug. “I missed your ugly face.”

I laugh and hug him back. “Wish I could say the same.” I turn to Antony and hug him next.

“I’m taking you home with us,” he tells me. “This fucking sucks.”

I smile into his shoulder, grateful for his friendship and missing everything about it.

“How was the flight?” I ask.

“Long.”

“I had a fucking baby sitting next to me,” Antony grumbles. “Bastard cried for the entire six hours. I nearly stuck my sock in its mouth.”

“Why do you hate kids so much?” Henley rolls his eyes.

“I just do.” He curls his lip. “I’m not having any; it’s already decided. Screw that shit.”

I laugh. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, where we going?”

“Out.”

“Can I get you any dessert?” the waitress asks.

I hold my hands up. “I’m good.”

Henley cuts me off as he opens the menu. “No, you’re not. He will have the ...” He peruses the choices. “Tiramisu.”

“Sounds good. Make that two,” Ant chimes in.

The waitress leaves us alone, and my eyes go to Henley. “What’s with ordering my food tonight? I’ve never eaten so much.”

“You’ve lost weight.”

“What?” I glance down at myself. “No, I haven’t.”

“Ant, has he lost weight?” Henley asks.

“Yeah.”

“You think?” I pat my stomach.

“Ten pounds at least.”

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