“I’m hanging up, Brady,” I say, and I go to do just that, but his words give me pause.
“Katie is taking over your lease. Do you want to come get your stuff, or...uh…”
“Oh, my God. Why are we still talking? And no, I don’t want it. Keep it, sell it, whatever. It’s yours, I--”
“Yeah, guess you don’t need furniture if you’re screwing your boss.”
What? How does he know Trick and I were even together?
“Yea, I bet you thought I’d never find out. Well, joke’s on you. I went there to talk to you and Trick went all macho asshole on me. Then some guy at the bar fucking clocked me. Whatever. They overcharge for beer anyway.”
I’m trying to make sense of his rambling when I hear a breathy voice call, “Brady, stick it in me!”
Why I’m still on the line, I have no clue. I hang up, pocket my phone, and get in line for another fruit smoothie.
I’m still trying to sort out the last half hour of my life when Sam joins me on the bench and swipes my smoothie (again).
“You ok?”
“He’s really into me,” I say.
“Looked like it last year. Sure as hell sounds like it, based on what you said.”
“I love Maryland, even if they don’t understand snow.”
“I know you do. And Mom and Dad and I love visiting you there.”
“Trick’s my best friend. What if--”
“Best friends can be hard to come by. Hang on to him. Hang on to what you have. And I’m not just saying that because he’s hot as shit.”
I look at the bags surrounding her feet. “You ready to go?”
“Yep. And so are you.” She elbows me, and we laugh.
