26
Kevin barely slept that night. Sylvie called him from a cocktail party on a yacht somewhere in the Mediterranean. Drunk Sylvie had a mean streak, so when he told her he still didn’t know what was going on with Holly, except that she was safe and staying with a friend, she flipped out.
“Now that’s ironic, right? Didn’t you call me irrespon…pons…irreponsible for like, that exact same thing?”
“It’s not the same. Holly’s fifteen now. She stays with friends all the time.”
“Do you even know who she’s staying with?”
“Yes, of course I know her. I told you, she’s a friend. My friend.”
“Oh, my friend. AKA you’re sleeping with her. Yeah, that’s super-duper responsible, Kev. Like you’re so careful about who you screw.”
He ground his teeth. Did he have to put up with this from an ex? “You bet
