Page 17 of The Note
Apparently, he’d been waiting on me for eight fucking years.
And what was I gonna do about it? Punish him for making assumptions, just like I had? Waste more of my life thinking about Alex Fletcher, and how things had all gone wrong, when I could be spending my time enjoying something that felt so obviouslyright?
I was sick of wasting time.
Then the thought occurred to me that maybe Gushadn’tbeen waiting,that maybe I’d blown my shot years ago without even knowing it.
I turned my head against the seat. “Gus, are you dating anyone?”
“Yes, I’m secretly married and haven’t told you.”
“At this point, Dr. Fletcher, I’d believe it. Who knows what else you haven’t been completely honest about?”
His hands clenched on the steering wheel as we drove down Weaver Street, through the center of O’Leary, but he shook his head. “No. I’ve dated a couple of people, but… nobody serious. You?”
“Same.” I licked my lips. “Whyhaven’t you?”
“I’ve been busy. I work eighty hours a week. It just… it wouldn’t be fair.”
“Oh.” I nodded.Duh.How many ways could one man be an idiot? “Got it.”
