“Hey—do you really mean that? Is it like a hard line in the sand for you?” She turns, her gaze leveled at me. “Oh, Tess, what did you do?” “Nothing,” I cry, feigning indignation. “Tess…” “Nothing,” I say again, laughing this time. But then I squeeze my boobs together and give her a saucy wink. “Yet.” “I fucking hate you,” she says, shaking her head. “You love me, remember? You just said it.” “When do you move out again?” “Today. And I’m taking the dog with me,” I tease. “Just give him back on Sunday night or Caleb will cry,” she says pulling the door shut.
