“Don’t use the word ‘wet’ when you’re talking about my girl,” I say, scrubbing my hands against my face. I swear I’m getting a headache just by being in his presence. “Sorry,” he laughs, clutching his chest. “Did you just say, ‘my girl’?” He continues laughing and I just blink at him. “You’re down bad way more than I thought, Connie. You’re in some deep shit.”
