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Vivian carried two huge glasses full of brown sludge out. A rotting scent drifted from them.
“No. No. Please, no.” I shook my head. “I’m hung over and tired. I’m not running today.”
“Yes you are.” She set the glass down in front of me and avoided looking Troy’s way.
She is being weird.
I stared at the glass. It was her protein boost recipe. She blended two raw eggs, carrots, celery, collard greens, orange juice, honey, and soy milk together. The end result tasted exactly how one would think it would taste.
Disgusting!
My stomach rumbled with aversion.
My phone buzzed.
Troy picked it up and checked the screen. “Who’s Dawn?”
Oh goodness. What did Chase’s fiancée want from me?
Troy showed me my phone and I pressed the button to see my message.
Dawn: Let’s meet for lunch on Wednesday. You pick the place. My treat.
I waved the phone away. “Thanks. It’s not important. I’ll reply later.”
Troy put it back on the coffee table.
My temples ached as I considered the many polite ways to say hell no to Dawn. There was no way I could meet her anywhere.
Her fiancé’s fingers had done naughty things to me last night, things I could barely think about without shuddering. Even though he claimed they had an arrangement and it would be perfectly fine, I didn’t feel comfortable dealing with her. Lunch was out of the question.
“Who’s Dawn?” Vivian gulped her sludge. A brown liquid mustache covered the top of her lip. She wiped it away with the back of her hand.
“Dawn is Chase’s fiancée,” I mumbled.
Troy stared at the TV and didn’t look at Vivian.
Meanwhile, Vivian only gazed my way as if no one else was in the room. “Why is she texting you?”
“I don’t know.”
Maybe Dawn wants to yell at me for what happened with Chase last night. Or maybe she wants to congratulate me and get a play-by-play account. Even worse, maybe she wants to finger me herself. Yikes! Who knows with those two weirdoes?
An arrangement of love. The very notion of having more than one committed relationship with more than two people and all of those rules boggled my brain. Only a rich person could truly get away with something so unusual, and only a spoiled narcissistic man could assume most women would participate in that foolishness.
I could never do it. He and her are both nuts.
“Oh yeah, tell your boss thanks.” Troy set the remote control on the table, stood up, and stretched. “The guard job is real easy and pays a lot. I’ll be off your couch by next month.”
“I’m glad the job worked out. When did you start?” I asked.
“You’ve been so busy you hadn’t noticed, but I went down there Monday and started working Tuesday.”
“That’s awesome.”
Too bad I may not have a job this week.
Chase told me I could move into another company and still receive the same salary.
