Megan gave him a look of disbelief. “Don’t be ridiculous. No one can be genuine friends with both people in a couple. You pick one, they’re your friend – and when they inevitably break up, that’s who you stick with. You’re Brigit’s plus one.” “Oh, thanks.” “Don’t mention it. I’m sure you’re a nice enough guy—” “Thanks again.” “—when you’re not being an idiot.” “Should’ve let you finish that sentence before thanking you.” “But if you and Brigit break up, I will be round your place immediately with three bottles of wine, while I and the annoying lawyer make sure she doesn’t burn the place down while setting fire to everything you own.” “Who thinks like that?” “Women!” said Megan, exasperated. “We’re the loving, nurturing gender as a rule, but the flip side of that is that when a relationship breaks down, we’re also the ones considerably more predisposed to a little emotional arson.” “That’s disturbing.”
