“Because all guys know their right nut is the dominant one, so bettin’ the left one is a safe choice. Now don’t change the subject and answer my question.”
That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I try to contain my amusement, but a laugh escapes my mouth. “You really believe your right nut is dominant? You’re kidding me, right?”
He doesn’t look amused. “Answer the question.”
I throw my hands up. “Give me a break, Liam. Can’t I be depressed?”
“About what?”
You. Football. Everything. I want to tell him the truth, but instead say, “None of your business.”
“Well, fine. You’ve had a few days since you and Landon broke up,” he says, agitation and annoyance in his voice. “Snap out of it already, it’s annoyin’.”
“How about if I snap out of it when you read that letter from your
