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“Men suck”

Harmony Evans tossed her purse on the kitchen table of her mother’s house and pulled up a chair next to her best friend, Alyssa It was Thursday night—fa over, as it alas at Ma in the corner of a dark bar, nursing a dirtyto have to settle for sweet tea because, short of death, you did not ht dinner at Mama’s

She’d already co court in the living rooiving her time to catch up with Alyssa

Alyssa laid her hand over Harmony’s and cast a look of concern “Oh, no Is it Levon?”

Har never to hear the naain “Yes”

“Did you dump him?”

“I did not break up with hiaveso much international travel with the law firh time to the relationship, so it wouldn’t be fair to lead me on when he knows he can’t commit He went on with more excuses but it was all blah blah blah after that” She waved her hand back and forth

Alyssa’s gaze narrowed “What a prick Why is it so damn hard to find a ive her honesty?”

“I have no idea” Harlasses forward and poured from the pitcher that sat in the middle of the table, already filled with tea and ice and loaded with so ht At this point, she didn’t care She’d work it off in a gylad to be rid of hih his bathroom counter had more product on it than mine did”

Alyssa laughed “It’s for the best, Harmony What does a man need on his counter besides a toothbrush, soap, deodorant and a razor?”

“According to Levon, there was stuff for his beard, tri devices, facial scrub, moisturizer—separate ones for his face and his body An entiremani-pedis of course”

“Of course,” Alyssa said, then giggled

“Oh, and the scents Let’s not forget his entire rack of colognes”

Alyssa nodded “The man did reek, honey”

“I think he owned more perfume than I do”

“Never a good sign See? You dodged a bullet”

“I did”

Alyssa lifted her glass “Let’s toast to that”