“I didn’t invite him!” I said, fuming. “He just showed up, talking about how he fucked you and wanted to fuck us both at the same time.” Silence filled the air between us. “Kim? You still there?”
“I’m here,” she said quietly.
My heart dropped to my stomach. I knew that tone. “Tell me…” I said, my voice suddenly strained.
“I was drunk last night and I didn’t think he would remember…”
“Remember what?”
“It’s funny, really. You’ll laugh about it someday.”
“I’m not laughing right now,” I said. “Tell me.”
“I might have suggested we try a threesome sometime…”
“Kim…”
“I was drunk. I swear I didn’t think he would remember.”
My anger mounted for a moment. I’d been completely prepared to hear the worst. Out of everything Kim could have told me, that hadn’t been what I was expecting.
But then I remembered it was all my fault for pairing her with him in the first place. I sighed, and my anger began to subside.
“Rose?” she said on the other end.
“I’m here,” I said. “We should get him back.”
“What do you mean?”
“For thinking we would do something like that with him.”
“I meant get him back how?”
“Oh. I’m not sure. Maybe make him think I’m going to do a story on him, and then write up something awful and tell him it’s posted online when really we just have it on a private website where no one but him can see it…”
“I have no idea what the hell you just said, but I’m in.”
A smile spread across my face. “Great. Let’s go get a drink and come up with a strategy.”
“You’re not busy? I thought you would be with Warren tonight.”
I sighed again. “Yeah, me too. He hasn’t called me though.”
“Well, you should call him.”
“No. I don’t want to mess this one up by pushing too hard.”
“If you say so. Anyway, I’m on my way over.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
I ended the call and sat back on the couch, wondering why Warren hadn’t called me or even texted. None of it made any sense, but a prank on Melvin would help keep me occupied.
CHAPTER 26
Rose
By the next morning, Warren still hadn’t called me, and there was no way I would break down and call him first. I didn’t even remember why we had gotten into an argument, but that didn’t matter anymore. Besides, he’d been the one to come over with the vendetta, so he would have to call me first, or we would never talk again. End of story.