arms. “What did that blond fucker do that caused you to zone out?” She blinks at the jarring change of subject. “He didn’t do anything, but he said something too similar to what Jonah said when we first got together.” “Who’s Jonah?” I ask, even though I know exactly who the fucker is. “My scum of an ex,” she snarls at the mere mention of him. That’s my girl. “Was it too similar?” I ask. “It was actually word for word.” She shudders. “It was creepy as hell.”
