“So, um, Xander? What did you want to do now?”
“Cards,” Xander said decisively. “You wouldn"t happen to have a
deck of cards on you, would you, sweetheart?”
He could tell by her confusion that she didn"t, so he made her play
hangman instead.
At the end, after an hour, he took her phone and wrapped his arm
around her tiny shoulders, then held the phone out at arm"s length and
took the picture. They were both smiling like cousins at a family reunion,
and she looked embarrassed as she took the phone back.
“So, you probably think I"m really stupid, right?”
Xander shook his head emphatically. “I think you"re really
wonderful,” he told her truthfully. “But I don"t think you should just go
picking up on men in bars because your friends think you should put out.
Find someone wonderful, just like you, and make sure they"re your best
friend first, okay?”
Audrey nodded and then narrowed her eyes at him. “Says the man
who just came to the house of a random hookup!”
Xander grimaced. “Sweetheart, you find that young man, and you
enjoy your time with him. Sometimes, happy ever after is a lot more
complicated than it seems.”
Suddenly that tiny little hand was up, cupping his cheek.
104 Amy Lane
“You know why I took you home?” she asked, and he shook his
head no. “Because you seemed really, really sad.”
Xander swallowed hard, and stood up, letting her hand fall away.
“You are way too smart for nineteen,” he said softly, “and I"ve got to go.
Send that picture to your friends, okay? Tell them whatever you want,
but keep the hangman so you can prove the truth if you need to.”
She looked at the sheets of copy paper filled with scribbled letters
and bad stick figures. They"d both started using the longest words they