Page 30 of The Right Wrong Number

Jilly:Sweet dreams, Killian.

Bentley + Killian

Bentley:I just had lunch with Jilly. She seemed happier than usual.

Killian:Annnnnd that’s a bad thing?

Bentley:It’s a suspicious thing. That girl has a bit of an edge, made even sharper from losing Dicer. But today she was practically giddy.

Killian:I don’t know what to do with what you’re telling me. Are you upset she’s in a good mood?

Bentley:Just wondering what put that smile on her face.

Killian:Maybe the fact that she passed all her midterms? Maybe she saw a puppy on the way to meet you?

Bentley:Maybe it’s you.

Killian:I feel like the correct thing to do would be to lecture you on how men aren’t the only reason women act giddy.

Bentley:But?

Killian:But I’m feeling pretty damn smug I have the ability to make her that damn happy, even from thousands of miles away.

Bentley:There it is. What changed?

Killian:I wiped out on my bike yesterday, had to get stitches, and then took some pain pills.

Bentley:So you basically drunk texted your girl.

Killian:Pretty much.

Bentley:This the real deal now?

Killian:I don’t know. I hope so. We haven’t even met in person. She’s young, she’s healing, she’s got her whole life in front of her.

Bentley:You aren’t a forty-year-old divorced dude with three kids. The age gap is minimal, and Jilly has come a long way since the night we lost Dicer. I mean, she hasn’t hooked up with any bad-for-her dickheads since Thurston, right?

Killian:Right. I think. I really don’t know.

Bentley:Are you two exclusive?

Killian:Shit. I don’t know.

Bentley:Uh, I assumed the drunk texting was all about feelings and ironing out this long-distance thing you had going.

Killian:It wasn’t. Not entirely. We just…ah, focused on other things.

Bentley:My dude.

Killian:I should text Jilly.

Bentley:Yep.

Killian + Jilly

Killer:Hey, baby.

Jilly:I’m about to have dinner with my dad. Stop trying to turn me on.

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