Page 96 of My Rules

“Not really.”

“How come?”

“Just . . . boring night.”

Henley smirks as he passes me my cup of coffee. “Rebecca on a date with another dude a bit too much to handle?”

“Fuck off with this Rebecca shit.” I sit down and begin to cut through my toast. “We’re just friends.” I take a big bite.

“According to her.” He chuckles as he sips his coffee.

“According to me, actually,” I snap, annoyed.

“All right, so you have the details?”

“Yes.” I widen my eyes. “Why are you being such a fucking nag about this?”

“Well, we’re away for a week, and you need to know what to do.”

“I’m well and truly capable of looking after Barry the dog.” I sip my coffee. “Just fuck off to your honeymoon already.”

“So he’s going to sleep at Rebecca’s.”

“Yes.” I roll my eyes.

“And you are going to walk him each morning, and Antony is going to walk him each afternoon.”

“How many fucking walks does one dog need a day?”

“If you don’t walk him, he turns into a prick and ruins shit.”

“If he ruins any of my shit, he’s a dead dog.”

“What’s wrong with you today?”

“Nothing,” I snap. “It’s eight o’clock on a Sunday morning. Stop busting my balls about your dog.”

“Rebecca’s walking him now, and when they get home, she’s going to put him back in our yard.”

“Isn’t he staying at Rebecca’s?” I frown. “Why isn’t he going to her house?”

“Yes, but through the day, he has to go back to our yard, because if he’s left in anyone else’s yard while nobody is home, he will try to escape.”

I drag my hand down my face. “Got it.”

“And you’ll call me if anything happens.”

“Yes.”

“Did you speak to Taryn about the flash drive?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m avoiding Taryn like the plague.”

“I’ve been thinking about this.” He goes to the window and peers through the curtains into the cul-de-sac. “I don’t think anything happened with Taryn.”

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