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I went to my call log, and to my utter horror, found that I had called Lorenzo at precisely 2:26 AM that morning. I dropped the phone on the bed and clamped my hands over my mouth. I had no recollection of the call. Didn’t even have the slightest idea what time I got back to my room or…shit, what did I say to him?
I groaned, and just as I was trying to formulate a plan to disappear from the face of the earth, a call came through. It was Angie. Relief spread over me, because had it been Lorenzo, there was no way I was answering.
“Hello?” I muttered into the phone.
“Hey! What are you up to? Wanna do lunch?”
“Uh…I’m in Atlanta at a conference. Did I forget to tell you I was leaving town?”
“Girl, you probably told me. Things are so crazy with all the traveling me and Ryan have been doing. Oh! Did I tell you we’re filming another commercial next weekend?”
My eyes widened. “No, really? That’s great, Angie!”
“Yeah, it’s for Shea Heaven’s new curl custard.”
“Wow! I am so proud of you two! And I’m so happy for you. Love, success, you’ve got it all, sis.”
“Yeah…what’s going on, Nay? You don’t sound exactly right.”
“Nothing. I mean, I’m fighting a mean hangover, but other than that, I’m fine.”
“I still cannot believe all the partying you say goes on at those conferences.”
“Girl, it’s ridiculous. Last night’s party was sponsored by a company that sells birth pools. They actually had a huge birth pool full of tequila sitting in the middle of the room for a game of bobbing for pacifiers. Some sixty-year-old midwife from Idaho won.”
Angela screamed laughing into the phone. “You’re lying!”
“I wish I was.”
“Is that it? There’s nothing else going on with you?”
I hesitated.
“What is it?”
I told her about my scheduled meeting with Robert and his lawyer.
“Good!” she replied. “I mean, that is good, right? You still want the divorce?”
“Yes, of course I do! But um…have you ever drunk-dialed anyone?”
“Oh, shit! Did you drunk-dial Robert and curse him out?”
“No…”
“Okay, who’d you drunk-dial? Mama, Daddy, Nicky, Janine—”
“Lorenzo.”
“Uh, who the hell is Lorenzo?”
“The guy I told you about. The one I had lunch with.”
“You have his number?”
“Yeah, I kind of had a couple of dates with him and he—” I shook my head, too embarrassed to tell the rest.
“You screwed him?!”
