11
Same Page, Different Book
Fuck.
Oh, f**k.
He had f****d up.
He had definitely f****d up.
Andrea thought they were on the same page. She thought that what had happened with Bad Suit and the way Clay had acted that night had changed things. She thought the attack had changed things.
As far as Clay was concerned, the only things that had changed were that he had wheezed for a few weeks, and he was fifteen hundred dollars poorer.
This s**t with Andrea felt the same as it had every day before it. Did he care about her? Of course. He always had. He always would. She was that person to him. The one he’d never walk away from, who always totally got him, no explanation necessary.
But that didn’t mean they were on the same page. Because Andrea was talking about mushy feelings that he, as
