L. A. Witt - Rules 1 - Rules of Engagement by LA Witt

L. A. Witt - Rules 1 - Rules of Engagement by LA Witt

Author:LA Witt [Witt, LA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“SO LET’S see how bad the damage is to my cell phone.” I dug it out

of my jacket pocket the next morning and flipped it open, but couldn’t bring myself to look at it. It had been on silent mode all night, and I was afraid to see just how many missed calls and messages I had.

Brandon looked up from pouring coffee. “How bad?” “I don’t know. I haven’t looked yet.”

Sliding a coffee cup towards me on the counter, he sipped his own. “Come on, just look.”

“I don’t want to know.” “Here, I’ll look.” He extended his hand, and I didn’t even hesitate to give him the phone. “Christ, Dustin, it’s just a phone. You’re like a woman with a pregnancy test. It can’t be that bad, anyway, I mean—” He looked at the LCD screen and stopped, eyebrows jumping.

My chest tightened. “What?”

He blinked, then stared at the phone, his eyes wide with surprise—alarm?—and his lips parted. “Brandon….”

He shook his head in disbelief. “Well, the test is positive….” I rolled my eyes. “Come on, tell me. How bad?”

He tightened his lips, obviously trying not to laugh. “Are you sure—” “Just tell me. Come on.”

“Seventeen missed calls.”

My jaw dropped. “You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. Seventeen.”


“Seventeen.” He casually sipped his coffee and pushed a couple of buttons. “Let’s see… Mom, Mom, Mom, Rick—” He lifted an eyebrow.

“Older brother.” “Okay, so Rick, Mom again, Mom….” He scrolled through it, murmuring “Mom” a few more times. “Dan, Tristan, Kari, and a couple of unrecognized numbers.”

“Jesus,” I said.

“How many people do you think she sent that picture to?”

“My mom. That’s more than enough to ensure that anyone with any means of communication knows about it. The Pope probably has it by now.” I ran my hand through my hair and shook my head. “Fuck.”

“Oh look, messages.”

I groaned. “I’m sure there are plenty of those.”

“Six voice messages, and—” He snorted with laughter. “Oh my God.” He put a hand over his mouth, trying to compose himself. “What? What is it?”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t mean to laugh,” he said. “But….” He chuckled again.


He cleared his throat. “Does your cell phone company charge you for individual text messages?” “No, I have unlimited.” My blood ran cold. “Why?”

His eyes dropped to the cell phone, then met mine again. “Brandon….”

He turned the phone towards me. I stared at the LCD screen in

disbelief. Certain I was hallucinating, I blinked a few times, but the number on the screen didn’t change. Forty-three new text messages.

I braced myself against the counter. “No fucking way.”

When I looked at him, his expression was a mix of amusement and sympathy. I wanted to be pissed at him for finding this funny, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized just how comically absurd the situation was. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. Brandon pursed his lips, obviously struggling to keep a straight face.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and laughed. “I can only imagine the conversations last night.”

“Can you imagine how many grey hairs we’re responsible for?” He leaned against the counter as he laughed.


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