Accidentally Yours
I tell them, and they exchange looks before they turn their gaze to me again.
“BHT?” They both say in unison.
I nod sadly, “BHT.” Aimee and Jo wrap their arms around me as we walk over to the sofa. BHT is our code for Broken Heart Therapy, which consists of take-out food, lots of wine, and gallons of ice cream while we talk about the situation until we either get too drunk or pass out from a food coma.
Once I had a shower and changed out of my work clothes our Chinese arrived, and we settled on the floor by the fireplace, and I fill them in with everything that’s happened from the contract to my family and Sophie.
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