Page 103 of A Little Complicated

Me

Home, why?

Mystery Man

Archer said you weren’t coming.

Me

I told him I wanted a night in.

Mystery Man

So, you’re really not coming?

I look around my bathroom, the view hitting a little differently from my position in the bath as I consider his request. He wants me to go to Game Night? Yeah, not happening. I haven’t even washed my hair since practice. The idea of blow-drying it, doing my makeup, and putting on anything other than sweats sounds miserable andwaymore effort than it’s worth.

Me

Nope. Although, I appreciate how you sent your brother to do your dirty work and gain intel on me.

Mystery Man

You should come.

Me

I can’t make it.

Mystery Man

Why not?

Me

1- hanging out with my ex-boyfriend/best friend AND his brother/my…whatever this is when we both agreed to keep this under wraps sounds like a bad idea all around. And 2- because I’m not feeling so hot.

Mystery Man

What’s wrong?

Me

Nothing’s wrong.

Mystery Man

Tell me.

Me

Pretty sure you’re a dude, and the last time I checked, dudes don’t wanna know about why I’m not feeling so hot, so…

Mystery Man

Let me guess. You’re on the rag. The Crimson Tide came for a visit. You’re checking into the Red Roof Inn. It’s shark week. Mother Nature dropped off a gift. You have a visit from Aunt Flo. A little Carrie Flarie comin’ at ya, and you’re taking a little ride on the Cotton Pony. Am I right?

Me

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