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I survey my cards, strategizing. "We went to see my mom. After, we were going to get dinner, but I told her to go alone because I had towork."
A chorus of groans goesup.
I drop the cards on the table, exasperated. "What?"
"You fucked up. You're going to need to fix it," Montysays.
It seems like an overreaction, especially since he doesn’t even know us. "I could text her right now. She'd text meback."
I pull out my phone, along with Jet, and I set him on the table. I take a picture of him with the cards and sendit.
The men watch silently as I reach for my cards. “Comeon.”
But a hand later, there’s noresponse.
The feeling in my gut is hard to name—it’s unfamiliar but it sucks. As if I’m second-guessingmyself.
I never dothat.
I type out atext.
Ben:Was Hunter always this cocky? I can see why he wagered his company at the pokertable.
Still no answer.
I shift back in my chair. "She's probably climbing or with hersister."
"Sure, she is," Wessays.
"She's my best friend, and I knowher."
"She's not some prick at the office you can steamroll," Hunter offers. "And she's not your friend anymore either. You have to think twice before you say some shit. It'll come back to biteyou."
“Daisy’s not mad. We don’t fight, and she’s not the kind of woman to lose her shit over something trivial I said ordid.”
But there’s no response to my text, which has me rewinding the time we spent with Mom, the minutesafter.
Damn her for making me overthink this, and damn these guystoo.
Wes nods in agreement with Hunter. "You have to be prepared for an overcorrection in the system. A small error in judgment on your part can cause severe consequences, and there are two ways to come back fromit."
"One," Hunter says, "call her bluff. Remind her she misses you. That one's high risk, highreward."
I briefly contemplate stopping by her place after we’re done, letting myself in, and making her come before she’s even awake. But we haven’t done much sharing of each other’s personal space since this fake arrangement. It’s like some final line, a last stand. "And theother?"
Hunter folds his hands behind his head. "Yourepent."
"Repent," I echo. The word sounds as foreign as it feels rolling off mytongue.
Hunter and Wes exchange a look. "Show her you know you fucked up. If it’s really bad, I can get Jake on thephone."
I frown. "Diamonds will fixthis?"
"It's tough. You can overshoot and come offdisingenuous."
"Do something from the heart," Wessuggests.
"But don't be afraid to drop some cash either." Hunterwinks.
