Water today because, as she told us, she’s ovulating and isn’t letting anything “keep Josh from putting a baby inside her.”
Her words.
“It was definitely weird when he came home,” I reply. “We’re not friends, so it’s not like we know how to spend time together. The evening was better since I only ran into him in the gym. Didn’t see him again until this morning.”
“See?” Harlow says, nudging my shoulder. “We told you it wouldn’t be bad living with Ari.”
“It’s been a day,” I chuckle. “Give it time.”
“I think you’re going to come around,” Rory shrugs.
“Don’t hold your breath.”
Rory rolls her eyes. “Ari is my husband’s best friend. I think living with him is going to finally let you see how he really is. He’s not whatever you made him up to be in your mind.”
I sigh. “It’s not in my mind. He’s always made it clear how much he doesn’t like me.”
“Butwhy?”Lo pleads. “What happened between the two of you?”
What happened is I’m a prideful bitch, and he seems to be just as stubborn as I am.
We were always bound to butt heads.
“Nothing,” I state, waving my hand dismissively.
No one needs to know about Matt.
No one needs to know that I should’ve listened to what Ari told me.
I should’ve considered it.
But I justhatedthe way it felt like he was condescending to me.
Like he was the expert, and I should have just taken him at his blind word.
We hadjustmet—I didn’t even know if I could trust him yet.
And his smug attitude just had me desperately wanting to prove him wrong.
Look where that got me. I’ve been single for the last eight months, and I’m now living with Ari just to save face with my shitbag ex-boyfriend.
I used to be so put-together. What happened to me?
I thought life was supposed to be better in your thirties. I’m nothing but a hot mess anymore, though.
I need to just not worry about romance right now. Sure, I can feel my ovaries shriveling more by the second, but I need to focus instead on how to get the head trainer position over Logan.
“Got any plans for Christmas?” Olive asks, breaking me out of my trance.
“Oh,” I say, regaining my composure. “No, I don’t. I haven’t gone home for Christmas in years.”
“Why is that?” she asks softly. “You always speak so fondly of your parents, so I’m surprised you don’t see them for the holidays.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to see them,” I answer. “It’s more that by the time Christmas rolls around, I’m all traveled out. I love seeing new places, but after spending half a season on the road every year, I prefer to just relax at home instead. Plus, myparents always head to Spain, so I wouldn’t even be flying to California.”
“Are you going to bake again this year?” Ella questions as the waiter drops off our food.
“I’m not sure,” I shrug. “It’s not like I have my own place now.”