Page 53 of The Matchmaker Club
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“Okay.”
“Meet ya there,” he said and spun off down the road.
I pulled up to one of the parking spaces closest to his truck. Austin was out of his vehicle, talking to his ex, Ashley. She looked pretty upset, and he was rubbing at the back of his neck. He did that when he was uncomfortable.
He did that with me when I confronted him about our own breakup.
Austin’s parents pulled up to the parking space beside me. I knew better than to wave hello, but she greeted me with raised eyebrows, as if I had broken some unwritten rule by daring to come to a place she frequented.
This non-date was a bad idea.
I shifted the gear in reverse and headed home, where I belonged. Although, it wouldn’t be home for much longer.
