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I couldn’t believe how desperate she was acting. I stood up quickly.

“I kind of got to go take a shit right now,” I said, being deliberately crude. “Excuse me while I go find a toilet.”

“What did you say?” She was clearly taken aback.

“I said I’ve got to go take a shit. Hopefully, I don’t have diarrhea. Would you be willing to wipe my ass if I did?”

“Ew, no. You’re disgusting.” Her lips curled in disgust. “Emily, did you hear what he just said to me?”

“No, what?” Emily was clearly annoyed at being distracted from whatever she was saying to Chet.

“He said he wants me to wipe the diarrhea from his ass.”

“Ew, what?” Emily looked up. “That’s gross.”

Chet burst out laughing. “You mean you wouldn’t wipe diarrhea from my ass?”

“No, I would not.” She looked over at her friend and then looked back at Chet. “You know what? Forget it, guys. Thanks for the drink.”

Both of them got up and walked away. I sat back down again, laughing along with Chet.

“That was crazy,” I said, “and I’m surprised you didn’t want to hook up with her. She was hot.”

“Dude, she just kept talking about Beau and asking how much money the family had.” Chet shook his head. “Those two were trouble. I don’t like to fuck crazy women.”

“Exactly.” I raised my glass and he raised his, and we clinked. “What a night,” I said, shaking my head. “What a night.”

“You can say that again, bro.” He nodded and laughed. “Wait till we tell everyone tomorrow how this night turned out.”

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Sadie

The sound of the phone ringing woke me up, and I stretched, cursing under my breath. I glanced at my phone. Three in the morning. Why the hell was Wyatt calling me at three a.m.? I yawned as I answered, “Hello? What is it?”

“What are you doing?” He sounded drunk.

And I rolled my eyes. “What do you think I’m doing, Wyatt? It’s three in the morning.”

“Actually, it’s 3:05 in the morning. What are you doing?”

“I’m in bed, obviously.”

“Wearing your sexy thong?”

“Wyatt, really? Why are you calling me?”

“I just wanted to see what you were up to.”

“Wyatt, you’re so fucking drunk right now. What is going on?”

“I went to the bar, and I had some drinks with Chet. And now I’m home, and I’m going to have some vodka.”

“I think you need to go to bed, Wyatt.”

“You want to hear what happened to me tonight?”

“Why, what happened to you tonight?”

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