The next morning I woke up with a groan, reaching over and slapping my alarm clock. It was Saturday, why was my alarm clock going off? And why wasn’t it stopping?
I sat up and realized that it wasn’t the alarm clock, it was my cell phone. I picked it up. Max
“What do you want so early in the morning?” I asked grumpily. Max laughed, making me angrier.
“It’s not morning, Jo. It’s one.” I opened my mouth to protest at this, but glanced at the alarm clock that hadn’t actually gone off. He was right.
“Oh.”
Max laughed again. “Well anyway, I went out to lunch with some friends and ran into your beau. He asked about you, asked if we were dating. I told him that we weren’t. He seemed pretty happy about that.”
My cheeks got tingly again and I felt rather grateful that Max couldn’t see me. “He did?” This got more laughter. “Oh shut up! I don’t know who he thinks he is, anyway!”
More laughter. God, I would kill him.
“Well, I also told him that you were going to be at the party tonight.”
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