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She frowns.
“He’s Dot and Darren’s dad. You went to high school with his daughter.”
Realization dawns on her face, then horror.
“No way.”
“Serial adulterer. Asshole cheats constantly, apparently. I went to Darren when I found out and we worked it out. He was cheating on his wife with my mom, while his wife was pregnant. Can you fucking imagine? That’s the man whose bloodline I come from. Except not born in marriage. A bastard, a mistake.”
“Shut your mouth,” Kay says, her voice suddenly fierce. “Don’t call yourself those things. You’re not a mistake, Sam.”
“By definition, I am,” I reply with a shrug.
Kay takes my hand, squeezing it and leaning across the middle of the truck to speak closely to me.
“You aren’t a mistake, Sam,” she says. “You matter. And there are a lot of people in this world who are glad you were born.”
“Including you?”
She bites her lip. Then she looks down in surprise at her hands, wrapped around one of mine. She drops my hand, sliding back to the passenger’s side and reaching for the handle.
“We should go inside,” she says. “Mom is a night owl, she’s going to wonder what we’re doing out here.”
“Kay…”
She shakes her head at me, then exits the truck.
CHAPTER 7
KAY
“It’s called Boyfriend Bot.”
“That sounds awful,” I groan.
“Oh stop. It’s great!”
“I don’t want a pretend boyfriend,” I groan. “I don’t even want arealboyfriend, Nadia.”
My best friend arrived at Fiction & Foam first thing in the morning, unwilling to take my “I’ll tell you about it later” text message as an answer.
Instead she’s here, wiping down the tables in exchange for pumping me for information about what happened last night.
However, once I filled her in on the fact that Sam did not, in fact, drag me up to my bedroom and fuck me senseless last night after driving me home, she disappointedly moved onto other topics of conversation.
Like Boyfriend Bot.
Nadia is a technology junkie. You name it, she’s bought it, tried it, downloaded it – whatever. She’s always been this way, a tinkerer, an inventor. Fascinated with the latest and greatest that humankind has to offer.
Me? I barely know how to use my phone sometimes. Which is fine by me. I prefer paper books over ebooks, playing my old records over streaming music.
Blame it on my parents, I guess. Theyjustgot Wi-Fi at the house a couple of years ago, and it’s slow as molasses.
Luckily, I don’t need to keep up with what's going on with technology. I’ve got Nadia for that.
“No, listen, it’s amazing,” Nadia presses, tapping away on her phone. “I’m signing you up right now.”
“Don’t!”
