“I-kissed-Cole-last-night-and-then-dry-humped-his-best-friend-in-the-kitchen-before-he-told-me-they-want-to-share-me.” I suck in a deep breath. But there’s nothing. No answer. Just silence. Then more silence. “Hello?” I whisper, but she screams, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I have to pull the phone from my ear, but I’m laughing. Maybe it’s hysterical laughter but whatever. I put my phone on speaker as I pace. “Eleanor, it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours, and I’ve got two down, two to go. I’m a fucking predator. I manifested this. Or you did with all that bullshit you talked.”
