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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 a*s!” 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
