Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 673

"No buts," Greg says, ruffling my hair. "A favor is a favor. He helped us out, and I won't forget that. But it doesn't give him a free pass to hurt your bestie."

I'm not that mad at Dailey.

I just wanna know what his deal is with Christine.

He was so cold before, his words could cut glass. And now, he's pulling these childish stunts?

"Why can't he just say it straight?"

Greg pulls out his phone and shows me a meme.

"The 1808 Guide to Wooing a Lady"

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I smirk, "What's this?"

"Just what it says," he shrugs.

I ponder for a sec, "So he's into Chris?"

"That's one way to put it."

I roll my eyes, "Why can't he just say it first, then act on it?"

"Playing sick, seriously, it's just not cute."

Greg serves me some ribs, "Eat up. You need energy to be mad."

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I bite into a rib, skeptical, "He actually made himself sick?"

Greg nods, "Checked on him after work. It's legit."

"Last night he was so mad, stormed off to hail a cab by himself. With the weather like this, he's not used to it. Came home drenched, took an ice-cold shower, then chugged some ice water to cool off, and bam, got sick."

"He even missed a meeting today."

That's exactly what I'm thinking, but coming from Greg, it sounds a bit sarcastic.

"Mom, your idea's fine, but if Chris isn't into Dailey, I shouldn't push it. I might end up doing more harm than good."

But Mom cuts to the chase, "I don't see her wanting to cut ties with Dailey for good."

Deep down, I've noticed too, but love's irrational, especially between Christine and Dailey, with Greg and me caught in the middle.

If things go south, Greg and I would be stuck in an awkward spot, making even a simple greeting tough.

"Stop worrying."

Greg replaces the cold dishes in my bowl with hot ones, pours me a warm soup, "When it's time to add fuel, I'll let you know."

I focus on my meal, finally at ease.

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