weren’t. You were doing your ex on our bed. And really, it’s not as if you could have shown up without your pants on and a relationship-wrecking whore in your lap. I gave that bed to the Goodwill, by the way.”
“Gennie, please. Meet me for dinner. Or let me come see you. We can talk about this.”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“No, I’m not. And some of those clothes you threw out were really expensive. A homeless guy got to them before I did.”
I laughed and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Damn, I’m sorry I didn’t stick around to see that.”
“It’s not funny. I’m being serious.”
“So am I.”
“I saw him wearing my suit jacket at the gas station. It was all stained up and ripped,” he said and I pictured him shuddering. What a baby. “A homeless guy, Gennie— in my suit .”
“You’re such a snob.” I twisted the cap off the tea bottle and took a drink then wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand. “Did he get all of the clothes?”
“No, most of them, though.”
“Damn, that’s too bad.” I smiled.
“Very funny,” he pouted.
“I’m not trying to be funny, Brent.”
He let out a heavy sigh. “This isn’t going the way I planned.”
“Shocker,” I said.
“Gen, that’s not fair.” He sounded hurt and I narrowed my eyes. He had no right to be hurt.
The guy was definitely from Mars. Maybe in my five-year plan I needed to pencil in: Write a book entitled I Dated a Gray Alien . The kind that did unspeakable things, like human torture. Of the cheating sort.
“I hate those damn grays,” I muttered.
“What?”
I straightened and began pacing my small kitchen. “I said I hate aliens. Anyway, that’s not the point right now. The point is that I’m being fair—I haven’t hung up, have I? You’re lucky I’m not adding some choice, well-deserved words to this conversation. I’m being much nicer than I should be.”
During our relationship I’d never doubted Brent was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I now recognized how naïve I’d been in thinking I could tame the womanizing jerk. I’d fallen for the wrong guy and I would never make that mistake again. After all this time away from him, I couldn’t remember being as in love with him as I should have been. Maybe I’d been more in love with the idea of it, of my twin and me marrying best friends and doing everything together like we’d always done.
I couldn’t even clearly picture his face anymore. All I could see was Brent’s big, pearly white teeth and spray tanned face. I giggled and switched direction to the living room.
“What’s so funny now?”
His irritation only made my grin widen.
“You wouldn’t get it.” And he wouldn’t because he was too full of himself to laugh about his big white teeth and fake tan. “Why don’t you just tell me why you’re really calling, Brent. How’d you get my number?”
“Jeremy gave it to me. I wanted—”
“That little weasel,” I muttered. Jeremy would definitely get an earful as soon as I hung up on Brent.
“Damn it, Gen, why are you making this so difficult?” Frustration dripped from his words and I collapsed in satisfaction on the couch.
“Well,” I said after making him wait a few seconds and sweat a little, “because, number one, you are a cheater.”
“Gen, you didn’t let me explain—”
“And number two, you never tried calling me after I moved.”
“You changed your number!”
“And number three,” I continued, “Lexie said you’re actually dating that fake breasted bimbo, so I have no clue why you’d even think calling me would be okay. I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t be impressed if she knew.”
“Who told you she has fake boobs?”
Of course that would be his first concern. I rolled my eyes. “Apparently, you can smash cans with her jugs so I’m guessing it’s not too hard to surmise they’re fake on first glance. Anyway, I wouldn’t worry about the messenger and I
“Gennie, please. Meet me for dinner. Or let me come see you. We can talk about this.”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“No, I’m not. And some of those clothes you threw out were really expensive. A homeless guy got to them before I did.”
I laughed and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Damn, I’m sorry I didn’t stick around to see that.”
“It’s not funny. I’m being serious.”
“So am I.”
“I saw him wearing my suit jacket at the gas station. It was all stained up and ripped,” he said and I pictured him shuddering. What a baby. “A homeless guy, Gennie— in my suit .”
“You’re such a snob.” I twisted the cap off the tea bottle and took a drink then wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand. “Did he get all of the clothes?”
“No, most of them, though.”
“Damn, that’s too bad.” I smiled.
“Very funny,” he pouted.
“I’m not trying to be funny, Brent.”
He let out a heavy sigh. “This isn’t going the way I planned.”
“Shocker,” I said.
“Gen, that’s not fair.” He sounded hurt and I narrowed my eyes. He had no right to be hurt.
The guy was definitely from Mars. Maybe in my five-year plan I needed to pencil in: Write a book entitled I Dated a Gray Alien . The kind that did unspeakable things, like human torture. Of the cheating sort.
“I hate those damn grays,” I muttered.
“What?”
I straightened and began pacing my small kitchen. “I said I hate aliens. Anyway, that’s not the point right now. The point is that I’m being fair—I haven’t hung up, have I? You’re lucky I’m not adding some choice, well-deserved words to this conversation. I’m being much nicer than I should be.”
During our relationship I’d never doubted Brent was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I now recognized how naïve I’d been in thinking I could tame the womanizing jerk. I’d fallen for the wrong guy and I would never make that mistake again. After all this time away from him, I couldn’t remember being as in love with him as I should have been. Maybe I’d been more in love with the idea of it, of my twin and me marrying best friends and doing everything together like we’d always done.
I couldn’t even clearly picture his face anymore. All I could see was Brent’s big, pearly white teeth and spray tanned face. I giggled and switched direction to the living room.
“What’s so funny now?”
His irritation only made my grin widen.
“You wouldn’t get it.” And he wouldn’t because he was too full of himself to laugh about his big white teeth and fake tan. “Why don’t you just tell me why you’re really calling, Brent. How’d you get my number?”
“Jeremy gave it to me. I wanted—”
“That little weasel,” I muttered. Jeremy would definitely get an earful as soon as I hung up on Brent.
“Damn it, Gen, why are you making this so difficult?” Frustration dripped from his words and I collapsed in satisfaction on the couch.
“Well,” I said after making him wait a few seconds and sweat a little, “because, number one, you are a cheater.”
“Gen, you didn’t let me explain—”
“And number two, you never tried calling me after I moved.”
“You changed your number!”
“And number three,” I continued, “Lexie said you’re actually dating that fake breasted bimbo, so I have no clue why you’d even think calling me would be okay. I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t be impressed if she knew.”
“Who told you she has fake boobs?”
Of course that would be his first concern. I rolled my eyes. “Apparently, you can smash cans with her jugs so I’m guessing it’s not too hard to surmise they’re fake on first glance. Anyway, I wouldn’t worry about the messenger and I
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