Page 35 of Reformation

Mine has only ever been used for sleeping. I’m pretty sure Trevor can’t say the same. In fact, I know he can’t.

God, when was the last time I had sex?

Yes, just the thought of hypothetical sex on my business partner’s couch sends my brain down the path that it has gone down way too much lately; that it’s February and the leaves were beginning to fall the last time I had sex.

“Dude, where is your mind at?” Trevor asks. “Everything OK?”

Right then I realize how little I’ve talked to Trevor since my embolism. He called and checked in on me when I was in the hospital and kept me up to speed about what was going on at the practice and clinic before I could return to work. I haven’t been running as much as I used to, call it not wanting to go back to the scene of the crime, and he’s been busy with his flavors of the week. Or, at least, I assume so. I notice he’s been scheduling later appointments and leaving as early as possible. Usually when he does that, he has someone a little more permanent than a one-time thing keeping his bed warm at night.

“Annika and I are getting a divorce.”

At first, my statement doesn’t register anything. It’s almost like I told him the sky was blue. But then, it’s almost like he catches himself not reacting.

“Really? Wow. Wait, divorce? Did one of you…”

I know where his question is going. He wants to know if one of us cheated on the other, which is one of the few ways in this state you can get a divorce without a waiting period. “I didn’t. She might have. I’m honestly not sure. I don’t have proof. So we are doing it the long way. I moved into Mark’s until I can find something more permanent.”

“Damn, brother. I wish I knew. I didn’t even know you were having any problems.”

I let out a sigh before telling my best friend everything that I’ve been holding back from him about my personal life. I do stop myself before telling him about how I’ve been spending my free time these days, volunteering and spending time with Paige. Working on myself for once before jumping into another toxic relationship. I know I shouldn’t be ashamed about it. And I’m not. I’ve felt better about my life these days than, well, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this. But, for some reason, I don’t want to share that part of my life with Trevor.

I’m going to tell myself it’s not that I want to keep Paige to myself. Because I know as soon as I tell my playboy business partner that I’ve been spending my weekends with a beautiful woman and not sleeping with her, Trevor will be trying to worm his way into the situation, despite my suspicion that he’s now seeing someone.

“Enough about me. Where are you off to?” I don’t know how I just realized it, but Trevor is dressed to impress. And not donors. A woman.

“I have a date,” he says matter-of-factly, standing up and straightening his cuffs.

“An actual date? You actually know her name?”

“Ha ha, motherfucker. Yes, I know her name.”

“Do I know her?” I don’t know why I ask, considering I’m keeping my share of secrets from him, but curiosity is getting the best of me.

Trevor turns away from me to put on his jacket. “No. No one you know. Met her at a bar. We clicked.”

His response shocks me a bit. Not because he didn’t tell me her name. Normally, if Trevor is seeing someone he’s willing to see naked multiple times, he usually doesn’t hold back on the details.

But considering I’m getting to the point where I’m not sure if I remember what sex is, I don’t ask for elaboration.

“Well, I’m not going to keep you here so I can continue unloading my fuckup of a marriage on you. Get out of here. Let me live vicariously through you.”

He laughs as we walk out of his office. “Garrett, seriously, man. I feel horrible about you and Annika. Next week, go grab a beer? Maybe I can find you a rebound?”

“I’ll take you up on the beer. I don’t know if I’m ready for the rebound.”

Trevor shakes his head. “I never thought I’d see the day that Garrett Dixon turns down the chance for a piece of ass.”

Neither did I.

Neither. Did. I.

Chapter Twenty

Garrett

Garrett: What are you doing Sunday afternoon?

Paige: I have an exciting day of prepping kindergarten projects for the week.

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