Chapter 7

• “No, yes, shut up, stop it,” she laughs. “Show me a red–blooded woman who doesn’t like having her hair pulled.”
• Bridget and I both look at each other sheepishly and raise our hands in unison. She pulls a disgusted face. “God, you two must be shit in bed.” She rolls her eyes while we giggle. “Anyway I can’t put this on my car, my dad will freak.” She shakes her head as she stuffs it in her bag.
• “Ok, back to the conversation. Once and for all tell me why you think he’s cheating. I want ten reasons.” I wave my teaspoon at her. “No excuses.”