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around Dara. “I’ll let you know as soon as I find them.”
    “Wait, Truly. I’ve arranged for someone to help you find the paperwork. My brother can meet you there now.”
    Great . That’s exactly who I want to see again.
    I hold my hand up to protest. “Oh, that’s not necessary.”
    Damn it! Of all the times I’ve come back to Fallport, not once have I made it out without spending the night with Tyler. I promise, this will be the first. I’ve dodged him once, and now, his own sister is throwing him in my path again.
    Sensing my rising frustration, Dara attempts to calm me. “Truly, I know you’re upset, and I’m so sorry about our mistake. It’s obvious that you don’t want to be here and that this has turned into more than you expected to deal with today.”
    I can’t even bring myself to bitch at her because she’s so apologetic.
    “Tyler’s on his way over there now. Please let him help you.”
    Fucking great.

pronunciation lal-o-che-zi-a
    (n.) the emotional relief gained from using abusive or profane language

Tyler
    I park in the back drive and use the key Dara gave me to let myself into Truly’s mother’s house. I’ve been instructed to simply help her find the legal documents she needs and keep my ass away from her otherwise.
    Dara’s exact words were, “Do not fuck with her. She is in no mood for your womanizing shit today.”
    By the sound of the tantrum Truly’s throwing on the other side of the door, it’s the truth. She’s been fidgeting with the lock for a few minutes now. Apparently, she thinks that cursing like a sailor and an occasional swift kick will help her cause. She’s not changed a bit in that respect. She’s as impatient and overdramatic as ever.
    Instead of standing inside and being turned on by her sweet mouth spewing dirty words, I suppose I should let her in. I turn the knob, and of course, she chooses that moment to thrust herself at the door. A much younger Truly flashes through my mind at the sight of her sailing past me. When I last saw her, she was not the sophisticated well put-together woman that she is today but an awkward girl like I see now. She stumbles clumsily and screams. Instinctively, I reach out and pull her into me to prevent her from falling to the ground. Not aware yet of who has caught her, she pushes me away. It’s certainly not a reaction I’ve ever gotten from her. I don’t care for it either. Once upon a time, she would have come to me to protect her.
    I let go of her waist and hold my hands up. “It’s okay! Calm down, Truly.”
    Infuriated, she takes one big step toward me. “What the hell, Tyler?”
    I hold my arms out to embrace her. Instead of falling into my arms like I hoped, she shoves me in the chest and pins me with the evilest look I’ve ever seen on that pretty face. And what do I do? I bust out laughing.
    “Don’t you laugh at me! Don’t you dare laugh at me, Tyler!” she says so seriously as she points at me.
    But I can’t stop laughing. I step forward, taking my original place at the door. And for the second time today, I feel overwhelmingly happy—a feeling that has evaded me as of late, a feeling I shouldn’t have while being physically pushed away by a woman. Nonetheless, I do feel happy.
    This isn’t just any woman though. The history between me and Truly is deep and spans over many years. No matter the shit that has come between us, we always come out on the other side as friends—or more, on a good day.
    In an attempt to stifle my laughter, I tuck my lips under my teeth and bite down.
    Standing on her tiptoes, putting just inches between our faces, Truly states what she thinks of me in no uncertain terms, “You’re an arrogant asshole. I do not want you here.”
    This is the calmest tone that I have yet heard come out of that mouth. And this is the most dangerous she has ever looked. She’s still so damn beautiful when she’s pissed off though. No matter the physical changes, Truly has most definitely