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bring myself to do it. "I suppose if you like guys who look like thugs.” I shake my head. "Besides, I bet he’s a complete player.”  
    “Because he slept with you last night? Glass houses, Molly. Maybe he just got his heart broken too.”
    I frown, feeling guilty. “Did he?”
    She pauses before responding. “No. But he could have.”
    “Helpful, Amy. Really helpful.”
    "So he’s no angel. But the scandals we smooth over for him aren't normally related to his relationships."
    "What does that mean?"
    "Nothing. I shouldn't have said anything. At any rate, he's not my client so I don't know all the details."
    I groan. "I don't really care anyway. I'll never see him again."
    "You mean he’s not your type?" Amy sucks her lips in, trying not to smile
    I choke out a cough. He’s not at all my type and she knows it. "Jason is my type.” Sweet, professional and conservative.  
    “Jason's a cheat, remember.”
    “Yes. The memory’s quite fresh, thank you very much.” I tap the heels of my hands against my forehead, cursing myself over and over. “What was I thinking? Why did I go home with him?”
    “You tell me.” She sets down her iPad and rests her folded arms on the table, giving me her undivided attention.  
    I sigh. "I don't know." That's a lie. “I vaguely remember running into Mia at the bar and then drinking way more than I should have.”
    Amy frowns at me. "She cornered me in the bathroom. She's lucky I didn't deck her."
    "What did she say?" I pick at the placemat on the table, averting my eyes.
    “She wanted to know where you're staying. Continues to claim it was a one-time thing that Jason initiated, yada yada yada. Said you have to let her explain." Amy rolls her eyes when I glance up at her.
    "I don't have to do anything. Anyway, I don't want to talk about her."
    “You look better today. Maybe sex with Sawyer was therapeutic?”
    I half chuckle. “I’m not crying, so I guess that’s a good thing...but I still miss Jason. I still want him back.”
    “Don’t you dare.”
    “No. I won’t. I’m done with guys. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want him.” It’s so odd to me, that sleeping with someone else makes me feel as if I cheated on Jason. I wonder if he felt one ounce of what I feel now. Did he feel anything at all? He never did say he was sorry. He only tried to explain it away, as if the cheating didn’t matter.
    Amy makes a face that tells me exactly what she’s thinking.  
    "I won't go back to him," I say in a small voice that sounds none too confident. I’m sure Amy can see right through me.  
    “I promise it’ll get better. Just keep going. And you have Megan and me. And your mother.”
    I frown. "How did my mother enter this conversation?”
    “She called just before you got home.”
    “What did you say?”
    “I told her you the spent the night with a guy.”
    My jaw hangs open. “You didn’t.”
    “Relax. She didn’t believe me.”
    She did!
    “She thought you were still avoiding her calls, so she’ll be over this morning. Before lunch.”
    “Fuck me. Why didn’t you say something?” I push out from the table and I’m on my feet.  
    “I just did,” she calls after me as I head to the bathroom.  
    No sooner have I washed off the stench of my roll in the hay, does my mother barge through the front door. I’m in my usual spot on the sofa. Today I’m not in pajamas; I’m trying to make myself look good enough that my mother won’t worry and harass me for the next few months.  
    Amy enters the room wearing spandex. Her iPod is in hand. She smiles and waves to us. “Off for a run. Nice to see this morning, Mrs. Denton.”
    My mother smiles widely. “Lovely to see you too, dear.”
    When the door slams shut, my mother’s lips form a tight line and her eyes narrow. “I hate that girl. I have no idea why you’re staying with her.”  
    Amy and I have been friend since kindergarten. Amy’s parents came from the wrong side of the tracks, for lack of