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“I wrote you a note with my number and left it on your coffee table”
“Well,” I said archly “It wasn’t there when I woke up”
InI re there’d been shredded paper all over her dog bed and I’d cleaned it up without thinking about it
He was changing the script in iven h and not be char
But if he left a note…
“Baby Girl doesn’t like you,” I said, stupidly trying to find soood instincts about people”
“She bithis palht”
“Well, all in all it was pretty forgettable” I lied “We got drunk We got ot on with our lives”
“You had just gotten that job with the show at Caesar’s Palace You were celebrating”
“I thought you didn’t re”
“Are you still at the Palace?”
“Sort of I’m on…paid leave”
“Why?”
“I hurt n the paperwork”
“Hurt yourself how?”
“Ethan—”
“How?”
“My ankle It’s fine I mean, it’s not I’ hot
Ethan’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket, hit Decline, and put it back in his pocket Where it rang again And then there was a steady streaes
“Lexie,” he said, ignoring his phone “You ht the worst of me”
“I thought you lied about your nao back and tell all your friends”
He stared at hast “I swear I would never do that”
“Okay”
“Do you believenuts
“It doesn’t matter, does it”
“Of course, it does—”
“Will you please answer your phone!” I cried
He fished out his phone again and took the call “Yep Yes You’re kidding” He looked over at row up in Vegas and develop boobs in fifth grade without also developing a sixth sense for danger And so
He hung up