Page 77 of A Dirty Business

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JESS

I was lying in bed Monday night, wired from the day but trying to will my body to sleep, when my phone buzzed.

Trace:Did you unblock me yet?

Trace:Also, I know you did but the circumstances weren’t great so I’m pretending that this is the first time you unblocked me. Hi.

I stifled a grin, because he was right.

Me:I did.

It’d been nice seeing him on Saturday. The car ride back to the city was even nicer.

That wall I’d built against him took a hit on Saturday. A crack formed, and a piece crumbled on Sunday, and another today for the mere fact that I missed him.

It was just texting,I was telling myself.

Only texting.

My chest tightened. I knew I was lying to myself, but my resolve was starting to weaken.

Me:Why are you texting tonight?

Trace:Because I had a shitty day and a rumor got to me that your roommate moved out?

I frowned.

Me:How did you hear that?

Trace:It was a big deal at the party on Saturday. Viv told Ashton, and Ashton just told me. You okay?

Me:She’s not moved yet, but it almost doesn’t feel different. She’s gone during the night at his place anyways. I’ll have less furniture.

Trace:It’s a big change, right?

Me:It is. It’ll be fine. Kelly’s still my best friend. That won’t change. Why was your day shitty?

Trace:Family.

Me:Don’t want to talk about it?

Trace:I did. Family. That word alone signifies shitty.

I barked out a laugh before covering my mouth.

Me:I understand that mantra.

Trace:See. I knew texting you would be a good idea. I feel understood.

Me:I’m glad you feel understood.

Trace:I want to ask you what you’re wearing right now, but I’m assuming that’ll be pushing this ...

I groaned because now my body was heating up.

Me:I’ve got a gun.

Trace:You’re saying that’s all you’re wearing? Your gun? That’s hot.

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