Page 43 of Forget Me

I snorted.

Bree signaled for the check. “This guy is worth a shot, right?”

I sighed, remembering that magical night. Well, not exactly remembering. But I recalled the warm feeling he’d given me. Of being seen and understood. For a few hours, we’d been the center of each other’s world.

Shit. Bree’s romanticism was finally rubbing off on me after all these years.

I scanned the bar one last time. The only glasses were on the grandma next to us.

But the ring on its chain was hope. A promise. My Mystery Man and I would find each other. Maybe in time for the gala.

Mateo was a flirt, not a romantic. He flitted from person to person, using his honey tongue on each one. No matter what he’d said at the driving range in front of Larissa, no matter how many meals he brought me, his heart wasn’t engaged, and he certainly wasn’t committed to our fake relationship. He’d understand if I ditched our date.

He’d find someone else to flirt with, to bring food to, before the end of the day.

And that would be okay. Because I’d have my Mystery Man.

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