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“Yeah, well, I think I’m closer.” He chuckles.
“You are really, really obnoxious.”
“I don’t think obnoxious is the right word to describe me. Maybe get a dictionary or a thesaurus. There has to be another word that makes more sense.”
“Like what?”
“Like gorgeous, charming, muscular, fit, brilliant.”
“No one has ever called you brilliant, Brett.”
“Hey, you haven’t known me my entire life. You don’t know that.”
“I have a feeling.” I pause. “How are you doing today?”
“What do you mean?”
“Yesterday, after you got off the phone with your granddad, you seemed a little, well, subdued, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay now.”
“I’m cool. Thank you for asking.”
“You’re welcome. Oh, and by the way, Brett …”
“Yes, Rosie?”
“I think we should cancel the bet. I can find my own boyfriend, you can continue to figure out whatever you’re doing with women, and we can just go on our merry way.”
There’s silence on the phone, and I wait for him to say something.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you, but you can’t just cancel a bet.”
“What do you mean, I can’t just cancel a bet? I thought you’d appreciate that.”
“I’m not worried about losing. Is this just because I’ve got one and you’ve got zero? I thought you were a better sport than that, Rosie.”
“What? You do not have one. I was just thinking that maybe, for the sake of everything, we’d just cancel the bet.”
“You’re trying to annoy me, aren’t you?”
“No. Why would I be trying to do that?”
“I don’t know. So you can win the bet? So I can capitulate and say I don’t have any points?”
“Brett, you are way overthinking this.”
“Come to your door,” he says suddenly.
“What?”
“Come to your door.”
“But why would I—”
“Stop arguing with me, Rosie, and come to your door.”
“One second.”
