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“I really think you should stay with Nancy.” Nancy may not love him, may break up with him for being such an emotional idiot, but Ted knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t turn Fawn away. Not with his friend being burned out of her place.
“Oh Ted.” She sobbed on his shoulder. Fawn. The girl that used to take a line drive to the shins with only a grimace. When did she become such a wuss? Ted felt an uncharitable tinge of irritation. “Can’t I stay here? I don’t want to go. Not after all that happened today.” A couple wet sniffs.
Sh**, no, she couldn’t stay here. He was at the end of his rope as it was. “Don’t you need some woman things?” Because Ted wasn’t prepared for female guests. He didn’t even know if he had a spare towel. That was clean. Nancy would have spare towels, he figured. And they’d smell nice. Like her.
“All I need is a place to sleep, Ted.” Red rimmed eyes. “Can’t I crash on your couch?”
“Fawn.” This was not a good idea.
“Please Ted. I don’t want to think about anything else tonight.” She placed a hand on his chest. “I don’t know what else to do.”
“Oh, okay.” He didn’t either but he knew who would. “There’s stuff in the hallway closet. I have to go out for a bit, pick up some supplies.”
“You’ll be back?” A wobbly smile.
“I’ll be back,” Ted confirmed, with reinforcements.
Continue reading March 5th.
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Read more about an older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008
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