Carly's Mistake

“Hey, Babe. Who’s Pops?”

“Hi, Josh,” Carly said, feeling the onset of another headache. Since Josh hadn’t called for a week, she thought he might have given up on her. “Pops is my dad. We usually talk every Sunday. Although I’ve missed a few weeks. He understands how busy I am at work and usually waits for me to call.” She hoped Josh could take a hint.

“Oh. Okay. Thought I might have some competition,” Josh said with what sounded to Carly like an irritated chuckle.

“Nope. No competition at the moment.”

“There better not be. I’d hate to think you were leading me on and seeing another guy on the side.”

Carly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “No, there’s no other guy, Josh. There isn’t any guy.”





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