“I think this is gonna be a good thing, though,” Emily whispered, leaning back close to me. “Well, the right thing sucks,” I sighed. She wore a light pink silk robe that showed a fair amount of cleavage as it fell away from her chest, drawing my eye despite how I was feeling. Helen had just returned, I was trying to keep my relationship with Emily from falling apart, Roger and Ashlee VanCamp were on the loose, Jess would be moving in this weekend, and my relationship with Bobbi was developing into… something. I slipped an arm around her shoulders as she threw hers around my middle and squeezed me tight. Danni and I simply stared at each other as our food grew cold. “Oh,” I said, sensing something was up. I wanted to be honest with her without destroying her. Even if we have an open relationship, you’d have to be my priority, and I clearly can’t do that right now. Women’s ability to recall the details of a conversation was borderline unnatural, whereas I probably
