Page 41 of Dirty Like Seth

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Summer:Or an anatomically-correcttoy.

I hesitated torespond.

But it was Summer; I told her pretty much everything, and God knew she was not shy—at all—about telling me every fucking detail of her intimatelife.

So Ireplied…

Me:I broughtSeth.

Summer:Whatnow?

So I guessed she hadn’t heard about the big scandalyet.

Me:Don’task.

Her responses came in, rapid-fire:

Summer:I’masking

Summer:Considering you’re wearing the worlds tiniest excuse for abikini…

Summer:Maybe I don’t need toask?

Summer:Ok I’masking

Summer:Seth Brothers,right?

Me:The one andonly.

Summer:When did thishappen??

Me:Nothinghappened.

I considered adding,We’re just friends. But I didn’t know if wewerefriends.

We used to be. And I knew I still wanted to be. Maybe that’s what this was all about. Salvaging a friendship, if a working relationship was out of thequestion?

And in that case… maybe it was up to Seth if we werefriends.

Me:We’retalking.

Summer:Uh huh. You’ve been known to wear that to bizmeetings.

Me:He’s nothere.

Me:I’ll get dressed before he getsback.

Summer:Ordon’t.

Then she sent a devilface.

Me:I could wear this to talk to entire band and maybe they’d listen to me foronce?

Summer:Mmm…not.

Summer:Sorry, hon. Gotta go. Strutting into lunchmeeting.

Me:Your life is soglam

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