Page 2 of Spring Fling

"Is everything okay?" Heidi asks.

"There has to be a mistake."

"What do you mean?"

I flip the phone around so she can read it. "Am I going crazy, or does this say what I think it says?"

Leaning forward, she reads aloud, "Not going to make it tonight." She gasps and lifts her gaze to mine. "He did not just send that."

"Right. There’s no way." Shaking my head again, I pick up the phone, pull up his number, and hit the call button.

It nearly rings off to voicemail, but Kevin eventually picks up. His heavy sigh fills the speaker. "Do we really have to do this?"

"Are you freaking kidding me?" I hiss. "You get us dinner and hotel reservations in a completely different city and you cancel at the last minute."

"Yeah, well, I had to head back to town."

My jaw falls even more slack. "What did you say?"

"Look, there’s no good way to do this. But I don’t think this is going to work."

"I’ll say. We’re not even in the same place." I roll my eyes again. I swear, if this keeps up, this man is going to give me a migraine with all the eye-rolling. "Why didn’t you tell me before I came all the way here? We could have met for dinner in town."

There’s a pause. Then Kevin heaves another sigh, as if speaking with me is heavier than the weight of the entire world on his shoulders.

If he thinks this is tough now, he should just wait until I really tell him how I feel about all of this.

"I think we both know this… thing between us isn’t working."

I suck in a breath. "Come again?"

"We’ve never really been on the same page. I don’t think either of us sees this going anywhere."

"Okay," I draw out, doing my best to stay calm. "I see what you mean. But don’t you think we could have had this conversation another time?"

Like, before I traveled several hours and put on a pair of underwear that’s rubbing my snatch raw.

There’s another pause.

"I think we should see other people."

Before I can repeat my previous statement, I catch a muffled, but unmistakable sound on the other end of the line.

"Ugh." I slap my palm on the bar top. "You’re already with another woman."

"Now, we never said we were exclusive."

"No, no we didn’t. But I also don’t think we talked about you scheduling another date on the same night—as the same time—as you had one with me." I grit my teeth. "You son of a?—"

"If we can’t be grown-up about this, I don’t think there’s anything more we should say."

He hangs up, leaving me staring in stunned horror at a bottle of tequila on the wall. The backs of my eyes start to burn, and I take a shaky breath as my bottom lip quivers.

Proving she really is the best bartender in the world, Heidi pours me a shot from said bottle of tequila and fills my glass of Prosecco to the rim.

"Don’t worry." She pushes both glasses closer to me. "There’s plenty more where that came from."

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