“Okay, enough with the logic bullshit.”
“Have you ever noticed that those with psychology degrees are usually the most fucked up in the head?” she mused.
“Feel free to fuck off,” I ground out.
“Counselor, shrink thyself.”
“That’s not the saying,” I countered, and Clementine laughed.
“I’m sorry he’s being weird,” she said.
“Was that so hard?” I whined. “I need my best friend, not someone to tell me to be nice to my man.”
“Oh, so you’re finally admitting he’s your man?”
I sighed. “I should probably pull my head out of my ass at some point, huh?”
“You absolutely should,” she agreed. “I think I should come down for a weekend visit. Help you sort some of your shit out.”
“You really should. Soon.”
“Okay. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Sounds good.”
“I need to get going...unless, you need more head shrinking.”
I grinned. “I’m good. Thanks, honey.”
“Talk to you soon.”
I hung up and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, grabbing a toothbrush from Doc’s stash of extras on the way.
Olivia
Isucked down my fourth lemon drop, and Jasmine reached over and snagged the menu away from me as I tried to order another one.
