Page 60 of The Second Dance
Andy
I fucked Bo because I wanted to and he lookedreallygood.
But if he thinks that means I’ve forgiven him for everything, he’s dreaming.
I scan the floor, looking for my sweater.
He snags it from a chair and tosses it to me.
I pull it over my shoulder, casting about for a different topic. “I can’t believe Mitch drove all the way here from Boulder.”
I can tell it takes a big effort for him to shift with me.
“No kidding.” He shakes his head. “My cousin drove eight hours to be here and my mom couldn’t do one. She’s probably just sitting at home binge-watching Gillmore Girls.”
“Actually, she’s on a date.” The words sort of tumble out of my mouth before I filter them.
His gaze zeroes in on mine. “What? With who?”
I tug my sweater closer around my body. “I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Andy.” His voice has a bit of a growl to it.
“Why don’t you call her and ask?”
“Because I’m asking you.”
I sigh, biting my lip, trying to decide if this is something Heather would want Bo to know.
He’s looming over me, but those dark eyes are full of concern.
Her sweet boy, she calls him.
I think she would tell him if he asked. I pull out my phone. “I’m not telling you a thing, Bo. But, on an unrelated note, your mom has an Instagram account.”
“She knows what Instagram is?”
I blush. “I might have set it up for her.”
I pull it up on my phone, navigating to her profile. She’s got pictures of food. Chocolate martinis. But there are other pictures there, too. Snapshots of her evolution as an individual.
There she is working out at the gym.
On a yoga retreat in Sante Fe.
And a picture of Heather and her new boyfriend at a wedding in southern California.
I glance up at Bo’s face, trying to imagine how difficult it must be for him to see this. There’s a flicker of pain there, disappointment. I start to drop my phone, but he catches my hand. “I’ll just look at it later. Might as well show me now.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s only been a few months. She moved on so quickly.” He murmurs to himself. “Who is he?”
“I don’t know him personally, but I think she said he’s a chiropractor.”
“He looks like a douche bag.” He frowns. “And what the hell is she wearing? Does she think she’s a kid?”
She’s got on a two-piece dress that I helped pick out. It shows off a slice of her tanned, toned skin.
