“Oh yes, the bitch ass ex. It’s been years now. It’s time for him to find someone new.”
“I was thinking the same thing, Tuck. The moment I laid eyes on Blair, I knew she would be perfect for him.” She beams.
I swear, if hearts coming out of eyes was a real thing, I just witnessed them coming from her.
“I can’t confirm that because I haven’t seen her withmyeyes yet,” Tucker says to Nan. “But I trust your judgment.”
“I am a pretty good judge of character, aren’t I?” Nan asks him.
“I mean, you call this guy behind the barGrumpy Griffin. So, yes.”
“You two know I am still standing right here, right?” I interrupt.
“Oh, yes.” Nan smiles at me. “Welcome to our conversation about your life.”
I groan.
This is why I can’t confide in anyone about the thoughts I have for my neighbor. Tucker would only feed off it. My sisters would push me harder in her direction. And Nan’s meddling only encourages others to do the same.
She’s pulling Tucker into her influence right before my eyes.
“Nans got a point,” Tucker says, pointing at me. “She’s hot, and she lives close to you. Easy access.” He shrugs.
“You just said you haven’t seen her.”
“Like I’ve already said…I trust Nan’s judgment.”
“I have an idea.” I raise a finger in the air as if a lightbulb just went off in my head. They both turn their stools to face me completely, waiting to hear what I have to say. “How about we put a pin inthisconversation anddon’tcircle back? Ever.”
“That’s a shitty idea.” Nan wrinkles her face in disgust.
“I second what she said. Worst idea. Next.” Tucker grins.
“Or you two can get the hell out of my bar.” I shrug.
Tucker barks out a laugh. “You’re not very good with ideas here, Griff. I’m concerned about you.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Oh, my turn for a better idea. How about you bang your neighbor?”
“Good one.” Nan nods, lifting her hand toward Tucker.
The two fucking high five in front of me.
“Now we’re discussing my sex life? Excellent.” I run a frustrated hand through my hair. “Love this for me.”
“It’s a healthy conversation,” Nan adds.
“We’re done here,” I say, grabbing a clean dish rag before turning away to dry some glasses.
“We’re just saying you should think about it,” Nan says from behind me. “She’s not planning on leaving. She’s here to stay, which is why sheboughtthe house and didn’t ask to rent one.”
I stare at the glass in my hand while my mind travels to the time Sierra left.
She told me she was never planning to leave. Yet she did.
Her buying the house means nothing.
I’m content with my life. I wouldn’t say I’m happy, but I’m content.
That’s enough for me.
