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Tag took her shoulders to turn her around to face him. “I think you need a drink, and then you need to tell me how in the f**k you ended up with him.”
Breathing in and out, Nya watched Tag go over to the kitchen to pull a bottle of wine from the fridge; he carried it and two glasses over to the couch he’d been on when she arrived. When he held up a full glass to her, she unglued her feet from the floor and went over to sit down beside him.
“Tell me everything,” he said, filling his own glass as she settled back to drink her wine. “Start at the beginning.”
Nya needed some blanks filled in herself before she started to fill any in for Tag. In the past, her friend had never disappointed her and she wasn’t ready to let herself believe that he might now. “I told him that you’d pay him
