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“Lollipop, open the damn door.”

“Go away you pickle stealer.”

I swung around to face my best friend. “What the hell is she talking about? Why is she going on about me stealing some damn non-existent pickle?”

Hunter shrugged but had a huge, teeth showing grin, which was totally unwanted. We were outside my girlfriend’s house because only an hour ago she’d ended our relationship. In the local bar of all places. I had no idea why, just that she’d accused me of being a pickle stealer and said we were over – she doesn’t even eat damn pickles!

What made it worse was that it all happened in front of my sister and best friend, who had recently started going out. They were sickeningly loved up and had just returned from a quick sex session. Where they’d had sex, who the hell knew, but while they both had satisfied grins I was shrouded in misery, trying to reason with Bronte.

“This is not funny dick head,” I hissed at Hunter. “If my sister ended things with you because you’d stolen her invisible pickle, I doubt you’d be smiling like that.”

“One I would never steal Ellie’s pickle and two what the fuck; Lollipop?”

“And?” I asked, frowning at him. “You don’t have a cute nickname for Ellie?”

He colored a little and moved to bang on the Jackson’s door. “Bronte, just come out and speak to him.”

“What is it?” I asked, giving him a nudge, my misery momentarily forgotten. “Tell me, I won’t repeat it.”

Hunter rolled his eyes. “Yeah right. It’s marginal who is the biggest gossip in this town, you or Mrs. Callahan at the gas station. Anyway, if I have a nickname for Ellie, and that’s a big if, it’s between me and her.”

At that moment, my sister walked out of the house. She looked a little mystified and was shaking her head.

“She won’t come out and she won’t tell me what you did.”

“I didn’t do anything,” I protested. “Not a damn thing. I even told her how good her tits were looking.”