Layla’s phone rang an hour later. She sucked back a sniffle and took a deep breath. “Hello?” she said before answering, hoping her voice didn’t sound too nasally. She honestly couldn’t tell, so she picked up the call.
“Layla,” Rae said. “What is going on with you and Logan?”
Layla rankled at her friend’s interference. “Nothing.”
“Well, he just left here, and let me tell you, there’s something. He is, well, if I didn’t know better I’d say he was heartbroken.”
“We, well, I made soup for him tonight, and we were talking, and….”
“He told us,” Rae said. “You’re still doing the three date thing? With him?” The way she said him wasn’t lost on Layla. Like Logan couldn’t possibly fall into the same category as other men, and therefore should be exempt from the Three Date Rule.
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