“Maybe. But that’s irrelevant.”
Andre’s brow went up, giving me a look that said he knew my words were shit.
“I don’t know if I want to sit around and listen to everyone talk about how great life is when I’m looking at another long and lonely winter alone.”
“Even more of a reason to come. Maybe you’ll meet someone.”
I snorted. “At O’Kelley’s. Where everyone who goes there is already a local and either not single, or already dated someone else I know.”
Andre’s hands went to his hips. He studied me carefully, his gaze assessing me in a way that made me want to squirm. “I thought you were in a good place with Reegan. Are you wishing?—?”
“No,” I blurted before he could finish his thought. “No. It’s not Reegan. Jesus. Fuck. I’ll go.”
Andre looked at me again, trying to find something that wasn’t there to find. “I’ll drive.”
I rolled my eyes and followed him out the door. The fucker. All he had to do lately was ask if I was mooning over Reegan, and I caved like a fucking wimp. I wasn’t. Not at all. It was better we were done, and after a year, I could admit, to myself and no one else, that I was happy we were done. I was happy when it happened. Okay, maybe not happy, but relieved. Which was a total dick thing, but true.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I dug it out before I opened the door to his truck. I smiled when I saw a notification from Book Boyfriends Wanted.
TooBusy
Again, I leave you hanging. It’s a good thing I know you don’t mind. A compliment I’ve never forgotten? I had to think about this one for a while, but I’d have to say the first time my kid said I was the best mom ever. I think it was because I baked her a cake, but still, it was pretty damn nice. What about you?
I started to text back, but Andre blew the horn and snapped my attention back to where I was.
He rolled down the window and leaned down to look at me. “Who are you texting?”
“No one.” I locked my phone, shoved it into my pocket, and climbed in the truck.
“That didn’t look like no one. Are you seeing someone?”
“No. It’s nothing.”
“You do know you saying that makes me think it’s something. Who is it?”
“I matched with someone. We talk sometimes.”
“Whoa, what? When?”
I shrugged. “A month ago? Maybe a little longer.”
“Seriously? Have you met? Who is she?”
“We haven’t met. She has a busy life, and I do, too.”
“Are you going to meet?”
“What the hell is with you?” I barked.
Andre leaned back in his seat and shifted the truck into drive. He eased around the edge of the building and pulled out onto the road before he answered. “Is it Reegan?”
“Are you kidding me? I already told you I’m not still hung up on her. We’re done. It was a good thing. It is a good thing.”
“Okay, but?—”
“No. Don’t do this. Okay, when things ended with Reegan, I was pissed. I was… I’m good. I know it was for the best. We’re not seeing each other. I’m not talking to her on Book Boyfriends Wanted. It’s all fine.”
“How do you know it’s not her?”
