Page 82 of Holding The Reins

“Fuck.” He grimaces.

I giggle as I reach into my purse.

A well of messages go back and forth between Ginger and Olivia about last night as I start to read through them.

“They’re about to send out a manhunt. They think you’ve kidnapped me,” I say as I keep scrolling.

Liv

She’s definitely with her hot boss. I’m sure they’re working on a special project.

Ginger

How hungover does one have to be to not answer all morning long?

Liv

Maybe the project had to be worked on in bed.

Ginger

Ok I went by her house, she’s not there, Mama Jo isn’t there.

Cheese and crackers you guys are relentless. I’m at Sage and Salt.

Liv

Was I right?

No you were not right. Not really.

Ginger

What the hell does that mean? You’re not fucking now, but you were?

No fucking at all sadly, but I am with who you think I am.

Liv

Say less and get back to it.

Ginger

Did you stay with him last night??? Gah. Your bed was still made.

Yes, nosey old ladies club, I did stay with him.

Liv

What have you been doing all morning if you weren’t fucking?

We went fishing.

Ginger

Come again? Is that some weird sex term I’m unfamiliar with?

I laugh at her response.

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