Landon:Way ahead of you.
Me:Don’t mix it with any pills this time.
Landon:For the umpteenth time, it looked like Zyrtec.
Me:Uh huh. You’re welcome, by the way.
Landon:Do I even want to know what I’m supposed to be thanking you for?
Me:I stopped you from eating pizza. All that glutenous dough…
Landon:I have no recollection of that.
Me:And I saved you from a determined blonde woman intent on stealing your virtue.
Landon:Ah, yes. That I remember. Right before everything went black.
My stomach drops a bit at his admission because that means the things he said probably weren’t true.
Of course, they weren’t true. He was high!
I don’t know why I feel a little disappointed about that. I shouldn’t feel disappointed about that.
Me:You should have your brother arrested for drug dealing.
Landon:I wish. He’d never survive in prison.
I snort as I try to picture Junior serving hard time.
Me:So…did Mel clean you out?
Landon:Just about.
Me:Do I still have a bed at least?
Landon:You do, but I don’t.
I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, but before I can ask him to clarify, another text comes through.
Landon:You can come back now if you want. She’s gone.
Me:Wow. Miss me already?
Landon:Hardly.
Me:I’ll be home later. At a club.
Landon:Which one?
Me:Diva Lounge.
Landon:That place is trash.
Me:Not for dancing.
Landon:Don’t take drinks from anyone. They’ve had some incidents.
“Who are you texting?” asks Brit, coming up behind me and resting her chin on my shoulder. I quickly click off the screen, stuffing my phone into the pocket of my purse and turning to smile at her.
