Page 169 of The Moment You Know

Paige took a deep breath, girding her loins. “No. I was actually having dinner with David.”

There was a lengthy pause and then, “You were? Why?”

Slowly, Paige began giving Jules the rundown, filling her in on the divorce anniversary outing—dinner, bowling and the bet—but when it came time to tell her about basically dry humping David in the hallway, Paige faltered.

“So, where’s the meat in this sandwich?” Jules demanded. “There has to be more to this story than dinner, bowling, and a bet.”

“We also might have … made out.”

In the dead silence that followed, Paige chugged the rest of the wine in her glass.

On the other end of the line, Jules cleared her throat. “Might have? You either did, or didn’t.”

“Fine. We did.”

“And you’re just now telling me? This is information you should’ve shared thirty seconds after it happened.”

“It was getting late—”

“Not buying it. But even if it was—and it wasn’t—you could’ve told me the next day. But you didn’t, which makes you the worst friend, ever. Maybe even worse than Hitler.”

Paige almost snorted. “Hitler?”

“Yes, Hitler. There were people who counted Hitler as a friend, you know.”

“So, you’re saying I’m a worse friend to you than Hitler was to whoever he was friends with?”

“You got it.”

“Well, that’s just mean.”

“So was not telling me you made out with David. Now, is there anything else you haven’t told me?”

“Maybe. Do you want to hear it?”

“I don’t know. It’s getting late.”

Paige ignored the dig and told her what David had suggested less than thirty minutes ago, finishing with, “He wants me to basically use him for sex.”

“Oh. So, what did you tell him?”

The fact that Jules sounded more curious than appalled had Paige frowning in confusion. “I told him I’d think about it.”

“Paige, Paige, Paige. Paige.”

“What?”

“Do you really need to think about it?”

“No, of course not. Why would I need to do that? People fuck around with their ex-spouses all the time. It’s perfectly normal—”

“I think you should do it.”

That brought Paige up short. “What? Are you serious?”

“Yes. And you should do it a bunch of times.”

Huh? “I need you to focus, Jules. This is serious.”

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