Chapter 8
“I thought you said you weren’t going to see this guy again?” Mazie asked. “Now you’ve seen him—what—two, three times?”
Br’er smiled. “You can’t fight fate,” he said brightly.
The roommates were in the kitchen. Mazie was making dinner, and Br’er sat at the table, fooling with his smartphone. Mickey sat at Mazie’s feet, monitoring her every move.
“But you said he’s married. Did he give you the old ‘My wife doesn’t understand me’,” line?” Mazie asked as she stirred the marinara.
“No, he didn’t. In fact, he hasn’t mentioned her at all.”
“So, what do you guys do?” Mazie asked, glancing over her shoulder at Br’er.
Br’er c****d his head and waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh! For God’s sake, I don’t mean that, you pervert. I mean like, do you go to dinner, movies?”
“No, we usually stay
