Chloe thought about hanging up and blaming it on crappy cellular service.“What was the question again?”
“How was Sunday night?”
“Oh.”Shit.“That.”
“Yes, that.Well?”
“It was amazing,” Chloe mumbled.“Can I go back to sleep now?”
Bailey was silent for a moment.“What happened?”
Chloe silently cursed.She should’ve known better.“Nothing happened.Fajitas were eaten, orgasms were had, all is right with the world.”
“I see we’re playing two truths and a lie this morning,” Bailey drawled.
Fuck.“Bailey—”
“Let’s see.Fajitas were eaten—that’s true.Orgasms were had—I’m going to say that’s true, too.”
“Bails—”
“But all is right with the world?”Bailey continued, and made a harsh buzzing sound.“Lie.”
“Jesus, you’re a pain in my ass.”
“Back atcha, baby.Do I need to come over?”
Since it didn’t look like she was going to get back to sleep any time soon, Chloe rolled over and opened her eyes.“No.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Did they hurt you?”
“No,” Chloe said firmly.“No, that’s not…no.Nobody hurt me.”
“But you are hurt.”
“I don’t know what I am,” Chloe admitted.
“I’m coming over.”
Resigned, Chloe sighed.“Don’t you have better things to do than to fix my life?”
“Right now?No.Do you want coffee?”
“And breakfast,” Chloe decided.She hadn’t eaten anything since the diner, and her stomach wasn’t happy about it.
“Healthy or greasy and disgusting?”
“My love life is a mess,” Chloe pointed out.
“Greasy and disgusting it is,” Bailey decided.“Half an hour.”
“Let yourself in,” Chloe told her, then hung up and went to take a shower.
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