Chapter 7

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Maury Landrum, Tory’s boyfriend, gaped at me in shock from where he sat on the couch. “Hold up. Did you just say Gregory Wang, the ice queen who won’t give it up to anybody in this town, invited you over to watch him paint?”

It was Saturday night and I was spending time with my friends in their home at the Misty View Motel. Maury had finally moved in with Tory a month ago. I was feeling a lot better, too. The stiffness was mostly gone, and I ached only a little now.

I scowled from where I sat in the loveseat. “I don’t see why that’s shocking, and don’t call him an ice queen.”

“Didn’t I tell you he would be the one?” Tory added as he brought beers from the kitchen to the living room. We were having a Deadwoodmarathon.

“The one to what?” I asked as I took my beer from him and nodded.

“Never you mind,” Tory replied as he sat beside Maury and placed an arm around his shoulders.