Page 40 of One for the Road

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I frowned and typed,How am I supposed to prove it?

A photo should do it.

I snapped a quick picture of my neatly made bed. Hit send.

Please, every man in the middle of a midlife crisis has those navy bedsheets.

I felt my smile. Ignored it as I typed:Fuck off.

A selfie or nothing, she wrote back quickly.

Flipping the camera I took a quick picture. Shirt off. And hit send before I could think better of it.

A bang sounded through the wall. Something heavy hitting the floor.

Then a few seconds later.I didn’t mean nudes. Yuck.

You can’t even see my nipples.

Type nipples one more time and I’ll block you for sexual harassment.

I lay down on my bed and typed:Noted.Then,Is that a yes then?

We agreed I had until tomorrow.

The delay is pointless when you’re going to say yes, I wrote.

How could you know that?

Because you’re a great baker and deserve the prize money.A second later I added,And because you’re too nice for your own good.

No, I’m not.Another bang. Definitely a balled-up fist hitting the wall.

I grinned and knocked back.Didn’t mean to offend you.

Cameron always said I was too nice, that I let people walk all over me.

Then prove him wrong.

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Alistair

Heather: Alistair, I can’t take it anymore. I waited all night. You’re dating Isla. Real or not real?

Heather: I’m your sister, I have a right to know.

Alistair: Not sure that’s how it works.

Callum: That’s definitely a yes.

Heather: Why didn’t you tell me?

Callum: Maybe because he knew you’d be weird.

Alistair: That’s exactly why. I’m the smart sibling remember.

Callum: Smart? Remember the time you nearly swallowed a battery?

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