Théo shouts out a laugh, shaking his head.
“How do you do it? Always make the right decisions?”
“I use careful analysis, logic, and reasoning.”
“I need to learn that.”
He snorts. “You know how to use logic and reasoning. But we’re different people.”
“True.”
“Remember what you told me?”
My eyebrows pull down. “What?”
“About that Kenzimoto.”
“What?”
“You know. Being horny makes you impulsive.”
I start laughing. “Kenjataimu.” The Japanese word for just that.
“Yeah, yeah. Maybe that’s your problem. Not enough sex.”
I consider that. “I do think some of my poorest decisions were made at a time I wasn’t getting any.” I rub my chin. Maybe that’s exactly what happened when I slept with Taylor—I was so horny for her I was thinking with the stupid little head.
“You know what impressed me most?”
“Uh . . . what?”
“You never blamed Emma for what happened.”
I give my head a shake at the abrupt switch from thinking about Taylor to Emma, an even bigger mistake. “Sure, I did.”
“Well, okay, she did lie to you. But you took responsibility for what happened.”
Huh. I guess I did, but to me it was pretty obvious I screwed up. “Well, thanks for that. In any case, I don’t think I can blame all my problems on horny hormones. I have to havesomekind of self-discipline.”
“You should talk to Aunt Tori.”
“I don’t need a shrink.”
“Come on, you know we all need help. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with you. She helps athletes perform better. That’s all.”
“Well, she’s in Toronto, so I don’t think that’s going to work.”
“The Eagles have a sports psychologist who works with them.”
“I know. I’ve talked to him. We all have.”
“Also, Jackson said at the wedding that his mom is considering moving here.”
“No shit? Why?”
“She apparently has some big job offer. He didn’t want to say who. And Riley’s here.”
“And Uncle Mark.”