Keely Benson genuinely looks puzzled. I bite the inside of my cheek to curb laughter at my gorgeous best friend’s crestfallen expression and fill up her wine glass. Keely lifts her glass, takes a deep gulp and purses her lips. “I’m desperate, B. I came this close to fucking my janitor last week.” My teeth let go of my cheek as my mouth drops open. “You mean, Mr. Kasinsky? Jesus, Keel, didn’t he celebrate his seventy-fifth birthday two years ago?” “So what?” she defends with a frown. “It’s good to go vintage every once in a while.” “Yeah, but there’s vintage and then there’s...” I shudder. Keely sighs. “You see what I mean? Heck, I’m still floored by the what-the-fuckness of it all.” She drinks more wine and shakes her head.” I just don’t get it. I’ve gone from being the hottest person in a room to eyeing Mr. K’s shriveled ass.” I resist the urge to pat her back in a there there manner. That would be a wrong move. Keely’s been known to snarl and bite when presented with sympathy in any form other than alcoholic.
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