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“Type, delete, type,” Zelda said. “She’s second-guessing her message.”
“Jesus, I hate this.”
“You love it.”
With a cheerful bloop, Kacey’s message bubbled up:Is it wrong I’m glad about that?
I looked back at Zelda, whose expression was triumphant. “Tell her the truth,” she said.
No,I typed back, my heart thudding in my chest.I’m glad too.
Call me soon, OK? I miss you.
Zelda signaled a passing waiter. “Check, please.”
Zelda lived on the northeast side of town. Her apartment building was a shabby cement block, similar to mine, with lights and loud music spilling out of a corner window.
“That would be my roommates,” Zelda said with a sigh. “Always a party at my place. Thanks for the dinner, T.”
“Thanks for being cool about everything, Z. More than that. For being…well, shit, for being like a sister to me.”
“Just what I always wanted.” She smirked and reached for the door handle, then stopped, her smile softening. “I don’t think I ever said it when Jonah passed but…I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks.”
She sighed and climbed out the truck. “You know what you have to do, right?”
“Remind me.”
“Either tell Kacey how youfeel about her…” She shrugged. “Or just throw her on the nearest flat surface and fuck her senseless. God knows you both need it.”
“Those are my two choices?”
“Yup.” She sighed dramatically. “You know I’ll miss you when you move to New Orleans.”
“I’m not moving to New Orleans.”
She grinned and shut the door. “Yeah, right.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
I paced my living room, circling the coffee table and my cell phone lying there. Taunting me.
Are you seriously this pathetic?
I’d lied to Theo in my text. My date hadn’t been terrible. Matthew Porter was sweet, considerate, and easy on the eyes. He didn’t chew with his mouth open, he was polite to the waiter, our conversation flowed back and forth. He was a perfect gentleman at the end of the night, kissing me on the cheek and asking if he could see me again.
I said no because the only thing I could think of when Matthew leaned in to kiss me was that I wished it had been someone else.
The phone rang.
My someone else…
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
