Page 30 of Love Complicated

Henry leans back against one of the desks, his size making it look like a piece of toy furniture. “Pretty simple, actually. Austin fucked Brie, and Aly called him out on it.”

You probably know this already, but Henry married Aly’s cousin, Tori, and they live across the street from her. I’d never been more thrilled to know this because now Tori could give me the dirt. I took Tori’s virginity. Henry doesn’t know this, and I doubt Aly does either. It’s irrelevant at this point.

I don’t focus on that and neither should you. I only told you in case it comes up later.

I always knew Austin was a lying piece of shit. “When did that happen?”

“Not sure. Sometime after the Fourth of July. We had our big block party like we always do, and Austin left early. Said something about work and never came back. I guess that’s when Aly found out.” Henry shrugs, frowning. “Fucked up if you ask me. He had it all. Hot wife, great kids, and he was banging her friend the whole time.”

Who was she calling a juvenile dipshit this morning? She must have been referring to her husband. You know, I always knew Austin was a fucking asshole. Everyone always thought he was the good guy hanging out with the loser growing up, me being that loser, but it was the other way around if you ask me. He had everyone fooled, including Aly.

I raise an eyebrow and toss the football back at him. “The whole time?”

“I don’t know if it was thewhole time, but you know Austin. He’s an asshole. He spews bullshit for a living.”

Henry stands up and holds the ball in one hand at his side, raising his eyebrows. “Meet me on the field at five.”

It’s not a question. It’s a demand, one I’ll probably follow.

I don’t want to coach football. But if it means Aly will be there, what will be the harm be in helping some kids learn to throw a ball?

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