Page 33 of My Rules

“Yeah,” he continues. “So basically ... you fucked Taryn.”

I frown at the thought. “That is not ... great news.”

My phone beeps a text, and I walk back out to the hall to read it. Rebecca.

I made you lasagna.

Do you want me to bring it over?

“Thank god.” I sigh. “Finally, a useful friend.”

I text back.

Just got home.

I’ll be over soon.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I have something going on tonight, so you have to leave.” I walk toward my stairs.

“What do you have going on?” He follows me.

“Stuff.”

“Can I have the flash drive for the night if you’re not going to look at it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Finders keepers.”

“I want to read it.”

I stop halfway up the stairs. “You’re really into Mr. Green Cocks, aren’t you?”

“His name is Ezra.” He smirks. “And no ... I’m not into it. I’m just intrigued as to who wrote it.”

“Go. Home.”

“Well, what am I going to tell Henley?” he calls. “We’ve been waiting for you to get home; he’s going to come over.”

“Henley is waiting to read it too?”

He breaks into a guilty smile, and I smirk. “You two are like old women. Go watch some porn like normal men.” I walk into my bedroom.

“You’re fucked,” he calls. I hear the front door close as he leaves.

I look in the mirror at the huge love bite that’s still on my neck. It’s not fading fast enough. “Literally.”

Half an hour later, I’m showered and wearing tracksuit pants and a T-shirt as I make my way over to Rebecca’s. “Hello,” I call in through her screen door.

“Come in.”

I walk in and inhale the heavenly scent. “Something smells delicious,” I say as I turn the corner into the kitchen. Rebecca is in flannelette pajamas, makeup-free, and her hair is in a high ponytail. Just the sight of her brings a smile to my face.

“Hello.” She smiles. “Somebody told me you wanted lasagna.” She frowns when she sees my scarf. “Your neck is still stiff?”

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