Page 89 of Phishing for Love
“Just to be clear,” he continues, “I’m not sorry that idiot’s no longer your boyfriend. I’m only sorry you’re hurting.”
Before I can respond—and I have no idea what I would have said anyway—Aaron asks, “You going in to work?”
I shake my head. “I’m calling in sick.”
There’s no way I can go into the office today, not when there’s a possibility I might bump into Nathan in the lobby or the elevator. I’m not ready to face him just yet.
“You know what’s funny?” I say after I finish my coffee.
He turns those serious blue eyes on me, his expression inviting me to tell him.
“Over the past couple of months, I’ve been debating whether or not Nathan is enough for me.” I swallow and drop my gaze to the floor. “Not once did I contemplate that I might not be enough for him.”
“Tess, look at me.”
Reluctantly, I raise my eyes to meet his.
“You are worth a thousand Nathans,” he says softly.
My breath hitches at the frank admission. The man knows just the words to soothe my hurting heart.
The doorbell rings. My first thought is,Nathan, and my stomach drops.
Some of my fear must show on my face because Aaron says in a reassuring tone, “It’s okay. It’s not him.”
On the other side of the door, I hear Sofia yelling to be let in and Kenzie admonishing her to lower her voice.
“I called them,” Aaron tells me. “I thought they should be with you. I hope that’s okay.”
I nod, my throat too thick for me to speak.
He opens the front door and Sofia and Kenzie fly to my side.
“We heard what happened!”
“That weasel!”
“He was never good enough for you!”
They throw their arms around me. I catch Aaron’s gaze over their shoulders.
You okay? his expression asks.
I’m okay, I communicate back silently.Thank you.
He gives me the tiniest smile and slips out the front door.
After Aaron’s gone, Sofia and Kenzie point to a kitchen stool and order me to sit. I sit. While they busy themselves in the kitchen making tea, declaring that this kind of morning calls for strong and soothing tea, they demand that I tell them every single detail about what happened last night.
“And don’t leave anything out,” Sofia commands. “Because I’ll know.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “How will you know?”
A guilty look streaks across her face. “Um, because I’m psychic?”
“Sofia,” Kenzie admonishes.
I let out a groan. “Does everyone in Brown Oaks know?”
