I skimmed through the part he told me about.
Masyn: You lied to me, Beau. I'm not sure who I'm more mad at right now. You, Lee, or myself.
Beau: What'd I lie about?
Masyn: You told me he'd be careful with my heart.
Beau: You really need to call him.
Masyn: You're kidding, right? He's in New York. After he promised me he wasn't going.
Beau: As I recall, you told him he should go.
I reached out and slapped my friend on the chest. "You couldn't just tell her I wasn't in New York?"
"Keep reading."
Beau: Have you listened to your messages?
Masyn: I deleted them. I wasn't interested in his excuses.
Beau: Masyn, you're going to regret this.
Masyn: And for the record, I didn't TELL him to go. In fact, one of the last things he said to me before we left the house Friday was that he'd be home after I got off work.
Masyn: Guess who wasn't there?
Masyn: Guess what moron sat on his porch for an hour?
Beau: Why didn't you just use the spare key?