Page 179 of Puck Me Secretly

How long could I keep him talking? How long before Max realized I wasn’t coming? How long before he called?

“How did you know that?”

He scratched his head with the butt of the gun. “Because she stayed the first time.”

“That’s how you knew?”

He shrugged, bored with the conversation. “I thought she had more moxie in her. I thought she’d run.”

“But she stayed.”

“Yup, and it was more of the same.”

“What about Katrina?”

His eyes sharpened. “What about her?”

“I heard you were dating?”

He rolled his eyes. “Hardly. She was a dumb piece of ass that waited around for me to come and bone her.”

“She left her marriage for you.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck.”

“Weren’t you planning on leaving your wife for her?”

“Fuck that.”

“Oh.”

“She was just someone to fuck, you know? Don’t you ever just want to fuck? Without strings?”

Don’t answer that.

My phone vibrated on the island. We both turned towards it.

“Where were you going anyway?”

“To see a friend.”

“Which friend?”

“You don’t know him.”

My phone buzzed, moving of its own accord across the island.

“Someone wants to talk real bad.”

“It might be my mom.”

“Or it might be your friend.”

I remained silent.

The phone began again. This time Baxter picked it up. “Well this is interesting. It’s our friend, Mr. Logan.”

I swallowed.

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