TWENTY-EIGHT
IT'S BEEN DAYS, BABY. WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME?
Days. How many days? Too many. He'd sent message after message, full of frogs and mermaids and other half-remembered fairy tale stuff, but Phuong hadn't responded. He'd scared her off by talking about knights and proposals, but he'd expected one of her sassy comebacks, not silence. Silence for f*****g days. What'd he done wrong?
Not drunk enough bourbon, that's what. Pity there was none left. He'd have to visit the bar and liberate some more.
Maybe there was something in those romance books that he'd missed. After all, they were basically adult fairy tales, ending happily ever after with awesome s*x. Everything should end with awesome s*x. And start with it, too.
Jay hoisted himself off the couch and padded outside. His ba
