Page 63 of Book Boyfriends
“This isn’t a game.”
“I know that.” He cocks an eyebrow. “Do you?”
“What does that mean?” I glare.
“Georgia, is everything okay?”
I twist toward the door where Rem stands, his narrowed gaze jumps between me and James. “Yes.Jimwas just leaving.”
“As you command,” he says again, a sardonic smile sketched across his face. With a curt bow, James turns and strides out of the apartment.
“Owen, then Davis, and now Jim. Shall I expect any other men to appear?” Rem asks, his tone teeters between playful and judgmental.
“I hope not.” Sighing, I cross my arms over my chest. “Is there something you need, Rem?”
“Hope sent me to check on you. You were supposed to be down ten minutes ago, and you weren’t responding to your texts.”
I look at the kitchen table where my cell phone sits beside my purse. “Sorry. I’m coming now.”
Grabbing my things, I give Wentworth a goodbye pet and then follow Rem out. Shaking his head, he turns, pulls out his keys, and locks my door. I blanch at the action, thinking of how Jackson says Rem checks my door most days because I sometimes forget to lock it.
“Georgia,” he calls as we reach the bottom of the stairs.
Sucking in a breath, I turn to face him.
He rakes his fingers through his short blond hair. “I know I gave you a hard time about your first date with Davis and needing to move on from Will, but…”
“But what?” My mouth flattens.
“This”—he waves his hand at me—“what are you doing? You go on a date with one guy, only for me to find you pressed up against the back gate by another man, and now I find a third man in your apartment before the sun is barely up.”
“You said for me to move on,” I snark.
“Don’t be cute.” A crease dips his forehead.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Itisa big deal. This isn’t you. You were with Will for five years. When he broke up with you, you were devastated. You didn’t get out of bed for a week, then Lena…” His mouth pulls down. “For two years, the only people you socialized with was us, outside of a few happy hours with your colleagues. You didn’t start dating until the last three years, and every single date was a one-time-only event. Now, you’re with three men in a ten-hour period.”
“First, way to slut shame, Mr. Future Girl Dad.”
He flinches.
“Second, I wasn’twiththree men. One is a friend. One is…wellJim… And Davis may have been something, but not anymore.” My voice quakes.
“May have been?”
I massage between my eyes, a dull ache forming there. “Don’t worry, I’ve lived up to your expectations and screwed that up.”
“Georgia—”
I hold my palm up. “No. I don’t want to fight with you. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to hear all the ways that I disappoint you. For Hope’s sake, who’s expecting me for breakfast, let’s just agree that I am a fuck up, and go about our day.”
“Georgia,” he says, his features pinched.
“Please.” The twinge in my throat causes my voice to come out as a croak.
Mouth tight, he nods. “Fine. Tell Hope, I headed to the office.”
