2. Anderson
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ANDERSON
“ T hat’s the look of a man who doesn’t want to admit I was right.”
“Fuck off, Aaron.” I sighed, setting a folder of information on his desk along with a hard drive.
“You should have steered her to something more manageable.” Aaron could be such a prick sometimes.
“It’s not about being manageable. Now she’s rethinking our whole future.” I tried to sound calm. Inside, I was a tempest.
Aaron sat back in his chair. “I thought you were about to propose to her.”
“Now I don’t know if I should. She had this dream for us, and now she just wants to renovate the house and flip it and move on. From the house? From me? Who knows.”
“You’re overreacting. Isn’t that place haunted?” Aaron deadpanned. “Flipping that disaster is the most sensible idea your girlfriend’s had yet.”
“Why are up my ass all the time?”
Aaron turned his cold green eyes on me.
“I’m just going to hold off on proposing to her.”
“No, propose to her now, fix up the house, and sell it. If you both survive that, then you’ll be good the rest of your lives. Statistically, renovating a house is one of the leading causes of relationships ending.”
“What the hell do you know about relationships?”
“It’s not love. Its statistics.”
“I don’t know…”
“Or you could not propose to her and continue to be an emo piece of shit, and when she eventually dumps you for greener pastures, I’ll be there to mop up the tears.”
“Fuck you.” I was on the edge of my seat.
Aaron cocked an eyebrow.
I exploded. “Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend!” I slammed my hands down on the desk.
Aaron just grinned up at me. “There he is. Betty’s picked out some rings for you. Trust her taste.”
I gave him the finger.
“Also, you might want to wear a suit when you ask her father for his blessing.”
I stopped short in the doorway and whirled around. “I’m not asking her fucking father.”
“You can’t just propose to her without asking someone .”
“She’s a grown woman,” I argued.
“From a nice family,” Aaron added. “With a very traditional grandmother. You need to get the blessing