Not Well.

You just glanced at the text, but it started with “YOU ASSHOLE!” and seemed to go south from there.

Shit.

Jo, by now dressed, smilingly plops herself in your lap. “This has been fun! We’ll definitely have to do this again some time so you can return the favor!” With a playful kiss on the lips, she hops up, and runs back upstairs to rejoin the party.

You sit on the couch, trying to process what had just happened. Did Jo just hook up with you in order to get at your ex? Were you just the latest battlefield in Jo and Maddie’s war?