"Okay," Becca said, nodding slowly as she collected her thoughts. She had a feeling she'd want to be tactful about whatever she said, for so many reasons. Matilda may not have been blushing like a schoolgirl, exactly, but she and Clyde were most assuredly very close. It wouldn't be hard to imagine if Mattie had feelings for him--he was a charming hybrid of gentleman and badboy--and Rebecca herself had confessed as much only two days ago. Of course, Rebecca was another story.
"Okay," she said again, "I'm not sure there's really any delicate way to put it, and I'm not going to expect you to feel sorry for me--I already got a bit of a lecture from our good friend, Clyde, about feeling sorry for myself." She hadn't dropped his name on purpose, it just seemed natural that it rolled off her tongue, but she found herself watching Matilda's face as she said it. She glanced away.
"The thing is, I met someone--another reincarnate--here in London about a week ago," she went on, "My flight was laid over, one thing led to another, and I ended up sleeping with him." She grimaced. "Okay, so there wasn't much sleep involved," she said, "And when I got back to the states, I realized that I was missing a significant amount of cash. I mean, I get it, it was a fling, I don't expect roses and pillow talk, but what kind of..." ass-backwards man-whore was the phrase that came to mind but she just said "what kind of guy steals money from the women he sleeps with? Anyway, I ended up confiding in Clyde, afterward, and you know how he is. We flirted, and I was a mess, but it's mostly harmless." She shook her head. She was rambling nervously and she knew it. She took a deep breath.
"Anyway," she said again, "I think the reason Clyde said I should talk to you is because it turns out you might have some advice for, and I quote, 'magic chicks who like douchey dicks.'" There. She sighed. The cards were on the table. Let the chips fall where they may.