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every once in a
     while. I used to go with him a lot, but now we’re down to maybe once every few weeks.
    I’ve read biker books. I know what happens when the “old lady” isn’t around. Granted,
     Skylar and the Hooliganz don’t bear a strong resemblance to those fictional characters
     or their clubs, but I’d be a fool not to worry.
    Deciding not to deal with the club issue right now, I switch gears, praying that I
     don’t get my feelings hurt—or hurt anyone else’s, I send another text.
    ME – U busy?
    Ten minutes goes by and when I resign my thoughts of chatting with Danny, my phone
     chimes.
    DANNY – Not nemore. What’s up?
    This is not a conversation to be had via text messages. Things always get misinterpreted
     or taken out of context. Something about not being able to hear the inflection in
     the other person’s voice takes away from the actual message. And even though I’m
     guilty of using broken English and text shorthand, it drives me insane.
    Clicking the call icon, I brace myself. Praying for the best, preparing for the worst. I know Skylar talked to him earlier, I just feel that Danny and I have a few things
     of our own to deal with, and hopefully move forward.
    “And there she is,” he answers on the first ring.
    “That was fast,” I joke.
    “I knew you’d call. You’re very predictable.”
    “Yeah. Well. That’s me. But all joking aside, are you upset with me?” Not one for subtlety,
     I close my eyes and wait for his response.
    “No. Should I be?” he responds, sounding confused.
    “Well. You didn’t seem too excited for me when I told you about,” I try to think
     of a way to say it, but nothing comes out or sounds right in my head. This is a really
     awkward conversation to have with your ex fiancé about your new fiancé. “ You know .” The ever poetic Mira strikes again with her magnificent wordsmith skills.
    “Mi. Am I happy that you’re happy? Yes, of course I am. That’s all I’ve ever wanted
     for you. Is it weird that you’re engaged to my best friend? I think you’re smart
     enough to draw your own conclusion without me having to answer that one.” His tone
     is distant and doesn’t change through his entire statement, coming across very … unattached, almost like his response is rehearsed.
    “But, we’re good, right? I don’t want to hurt you, Danny. You’re very important
     to me.”
    “You’ve already hurt me once, it’s kinda hard to do it again.” I can tell there’s a hint of sarcasm behind his
     words, but it doesn’t make them hurt any less. I gasp at his brutal honesty, feeling
     the dagger of guilt twist a little more in my heart.
    “Shit. That’s not what I meant. I mean, yeah, you hurt me, but this was to be expected—you
     and Sky moving your relationship to the next level. Like double jeopardy, I can’t
     try you for the same crime twice. Fuck. I’m really bad at this.” I can picture
     him pacing the room, running his fingers through his hair. I’m not the only predictable
     one in the situation.
    “No. It’s fine. I get it. I just didn’t expect you to be so … honest.”
    “How about we shelve this conversation for later? We can grab lunch or dinner? Check
     with Sky about a good day and time. After the first, my schedule’s wide open.”
    “Okay, that sounds good. Probably better to have this conversation face to face.”
     He is right. I was dumb for trying to hash this out over the phone. We all have too much
     history between us to try to resolve something so important like this. Leave it to
     my impatience and need for instant gratification to almost ruin this already fragile
     friendship we have.
    “Good. While I have you on the phone, ask Skylar if he got my text about the Pistons
     game. I need to know soon. The boss is gonna give away the box seats if I don’t
     get back to him.”
    “Sure. When he gets home, I’ll check and have him call or text you.”
    “Oh. I thought he would be home. I just