Page 13 of Three for a Girl

Chad bit his lip, then whispered. “Did you hear about the man who robbed the furniture shop?”

Romeo drew his eyebrows together. He blinked, and his evasive look vanished. “What? No? What happened—

“He got the chair.”

Romeo snorted. “No, no, no. I tell the jokes in this relationship.”

Chad grinned, his racing heart slowed into an easy pace. “I love furniture.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Me and my recliner go way back…”

Romeo chuckled. “Where did you find these?”

“The internet.”

“They’re fucking awful.”

“Now you know how it feels when I have to listen to yours.”

“But mine are funny.”

“No. No they’re not.”

Romeo hummed. “What’s the difference between parsnips and snot?”

Chad rolled his eyes, waiting for the punchline.

“You’ll eat your snot.”

Chad reached over and slapped Romeo’s arm. “That’s gross, and I don’t.”

“So how was the therapy session, really?”

“I pulled up on the way home to calm down.”

Romeo’s lips popped open. “What? What did she say?”

“Nothing bad, just … I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

“You should’ve called me.”

“You were hacking a table to death at the time.”

“Still should’ve called me. I would’ve calmed you down, talked to you.”

“I know. I will next time.”

“Make sure you do. Did she ask about me?”

“You egotistical asshole.” Chad smirked.

“What? Can’t blame a guy for being curious.”

“She said you didn’t mean to save me, more of a coincidence.”

“Shows what little she knows. Did she say anything that actually helped?”

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