Page 95 of Dirty Like Brody
“Oh my God.” Maggie mopped the tears from her cheeks with her sleeve. “Stop making me laugh or I’m gonna pissmyself.”
“Shit,” I said, getting a hold of myself. “I really don’t mean to make light of yourtroubles.”
“Yeah,youdo.”
“No. Seriously,” I told her. “I really appreciate you telling me this. It means a lot that you trust me enough. I have very few real female friends, and I need to start valuing the ones Ihavemore.”
“Well, you’re doing better than me, anyway. I’ve got pretty much none. Except you. And maybe Elle on a good day. And now of course there’s Katie. You might say… I’m married tomywork.”
We fell apartagain.
Yeah, we needed tension relief.Bigtime.
Ah, shit. Speaking of tension relief… I soberedagain.
“Have you had sexwithhim?”
“It’s Zane,” she said, mopping her tears away again. “What do youthink?”
“Uh-oh.”
“Just don’t ask. You really don’twannaknow.”
I wrinkled my nose. Zane was hot and all—like way hot, objectively—but there was still the brother thing, as in he felt like one to me. “No, actually, Idon’t.”
“Good. It’s toodepressing.”
Ouch. Thatsoundedbad.
Likereallybad.
“So I take it… things aren’t good betweenyoutwo?”
Maggie took another swig of her wine and gave me a look. “It’scomplicated.”
Right… “So… are you planning to stay married, then? I mean, I’m assuming not, if you’re still keeping it asecret.”
“If I knew the answers to such questions, Jessa Mayes, I wouldn’t be drinking wine straight from thebottle.”
Ouchagain.
I chewed on my lip, considering. “Have the two of you… talked things through, though?Together?”
“Come on, Jessa. You know there’s no talking tothatman.”
“Damn.”
“You couldsaythat.”
“So… what are you goingtodo?”
She wasn’t laughing anymore, and suddenly the tears she was wiping awaywerereal.
Oh,shit.
Shit.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “What would you do, if youwereme?”
