Taking Chances by Ann Omasta Chapter 20

 

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I was showered and somewhat presentable when it was time to go meet Courtney at Joe’s for girls’ night, and I had transformed from being desperately sad to totally pissed. How could he not at least give me some closure??

 

 

Being angry was probably overkill because Court was mad enough for both of us. “What an ass!” she grouched as soon as I joined her at our booth. “Give me your phone. I’m going to call and give him a piece of my mind.”

 

 

I tucked my phone deeper into my purse, determined to guard it from her reach. “I’ll call him later,” I promised her. “I deserve better than being ignored.”

 

 

“Hell, yeah!” she agreed. “If he wants to stop seeing you, then he needs to at least have the balls to say so.”

 

 

“Talking balls tonight, ladies?” Neither of us had heard Joe approach the table. He seemed to have a knack for sneaking up on us and hearing key phrases.

 

 

“Yes, we are, and I’d like to have a pair on a platter.” Court crossed her arms angrily as Joe visibly winced and took an exaggerated step back.

 

 

“I think I’ll keep mine at a safe distance, then. I’ll bring you the usual.”

 

 

We laughed as he pretended to place a protective hand over his nether region and turned to flee. “I can’t even imagine all of the crazy topics he has overheard us discussing at this table every week.” I shook my head.

 

 

Court laughed in agreement and started listing some, “Tampons, sex toys, purses, bubble butts, shoes, boobs.”

 

 

When she paused, I listed a few. “Don’t forget about waxing, plucking, trimming, manscaping. And those are all just about pubic hair!” By this time we were both cracking up with laughter.

 

 

When our giggles subsided, I turned serious. “My non-existent sex life and my brief, but fantastic sex life, which I seem to have ruined with my big mouth.”

 

 

Court looked down as she added, “My way too promiscuous sex life.”

 

 

“Nothing scares Joe off, though.” I reached for Court’s hand. “I think he’s one of the good ones.”

 

 

“Too good.” She nodded with tears in her eyes.

 

 

“Oh, rubbish!” I declared in my best English accent, and we both dissolved into hysterics again.