Undone (Wild Men 2)

This is proof that I’m a crappy best friend and a deplorable human being. “Sorry, Mags. I got so caught up in everything I forgot to send you an update. Group hug?”

“You suck satyr balls, but sure why not? I’ll take the virtual hugs and leftovers.” She’s laughing, and it makes me relax. “I’m guessing a certain blond god is getting the real-life hugs and kisses?”

I sit down on the sofa, tucking my hair behind my ears. “Maybe?”

“Ha, I knew it. I knew you only had to talk to him!”

“Yeah, well. We didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?”

“Didn’t talk.”

A pause. I can almost hear the cogs turning in Maggie’s pretty head.

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Depends? You think all sorts of weird things.”

“Have you been in Kansas City for, what, three days now, and all this time you’ve been in bed with Kaden Hansen?”

My ears are on fire. “No, of course not. He was in the hospital. Concussion, remember?”

“Yeah, sure.” She sighs. “But you haven’t talked. So… you’re coming back?”

I glance at the closed bedroom door. “I guess. I… don’t know. I mean, we will talk, but he doesn’t… doesn’t remember things yet.”

A gasp. “You frigging kidding me? He doesn’t remember what?”

“The fight,” I say miserably. “He thinks we never split up.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“I know, okay?” I wince. “He’ll remember any moment now, though. And then we’ll talk.”

“Good!”

“Yeah? I’m so not looking forward to that. I’m scared. That he’ll decide I’m not worth it.”

“Of course he thinks you’re worth it. You know what they say about amnesia.”

I frown. What did I miss again? “What do they say?”

“That after the first day or so, after the confusion clears, if the person doesn’t remember something it’s because the person doesn’t want to remember.”

“Are you saying…?”

“That he obviously doesn’t want to remember the fight. He wants to remember that you two are together.”

My heart does a skippy thing in my chest. “You read this in some women’s fashion magazine, right? Amnesia is a real thing, Mags.”

“It was on TV,” she says mutinously, as if that proves it’s true. “I’m telling you, he will listen. After all, it’s his fault for texting with that woman, but maybe nothing happened between them and—”

“It was my fault,” I say quietly. “I know now what that was. Look, I have to go. Lots to do. I’ll call you again later, okay?”

“Okay, girlfriend. You take care, and use your words! No running away this time, not before you hash it out.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say in a breathy voice that makes her giggle. “Bye now.”