Page 78 of How to Deal
Locks.
It.
“Are you Tathan’s neighbor?”
Oliver, who’s standing next to me now, concerned for his mommy and her rapid heartbeat, I’m sure, growls at her. I yank on his leash. “You could say that.”
“Oh, well. . . .” Leaving the door open, she moves across the hall and reaches for my hand. “I’m Tathan’s fiancée. Nice to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other soon.”
What.
The.
Fuck.
You’re thinking it too, aren’t you? I fell in love with a liar. Again.
Fuck love. Straight up, fuck you, love.
I hate you.
