The next morning, as promised, Ronnie sat on my couch when I came back in from my morning run. I didn't want to talk about this. I wasn't interested in my bestie's thoughts on how I'd f****d up miserably. And I sure as hell didn't want to eat a pint of Ben and Jerry's, which I couldn't refuse because it would be rude after I just pounded five miles of pavement.
She waved me off the instant she saw me. "Go shower so I don't have to smell you. I'll be here when you're done."
There was no point in spending vast amounts of time on my hair or actually doing anything with my face. I had no intention of leaving the house today. Last night had been embarrassing enough, and I doubted I could ever face Collier again. And I'm sure my friends thought I was off my rocker. But part of me was pissed, t
