“I see.” Tristan was visibly uncomfortable. “So you think maybe we should stop having lunches with each other?”
“Alone, yes. Your prospective dates would think you’re taken.”
“But I want to be taken.”
Brinley smiled. “You’re a hoot, Tristan. Funny, clever, brilliant, helpful, handsome—”
“I get it. Parting shots.”
“Don’t look at it that way.” Brinley asked the server for a to-go box. “Look at it from God’s perspective. He has someone special in store for you. And when you see that person, you’ll know. You have no doubt in your mind and heart whatsoever that she’s the one who will share your life with you, have your kids, and love you until her dying day. And someday, she will realize it too if she hasn’t already. Don’t let me get in the way of your personal bliss, Tristan. It’s not worth it.”
“Wow. Sounds like you speak from experience.”
Silence.
“Whoever he is, he’s an idiot to let you go.”