Page 41 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

Angelo

You posed it as a question!

Allison

Because your question was weird!

Angelo

What’s weird about asking how you are?!

Allison

What’s weird about saying I’m fine?!

Allison couldn’t help but roll her eyes as the back-and-forth unfolded. She imagined Angelo sitting in his office, furrowing his brow over the existential implications of her “fine.”

Angelo

Details, Allison. I need fucking details.

Allison

Which means…?

She could practically hear the exasperated sigh he must’ve let out at her lack of cooperation.

Angelo

Are you nauseous?

Allison

Yes.

Angelo

How bad? On a scale of 1 to ‘can’t leave the toilet bowl’?

Allison chuckled, certain she looked like a lunatic laughing by herself in the café.

Allison

A healthy 4

Angelo

Shit. Do you need me?

Get your head out of the gutter, Ali.

Allison

No.

Angelo

I’m serious, Allison. I’ll be there in five if you need me.

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