Page 25 of The Love You Fight For
I don’t answer and he sighs.
“C’mon, Casper. Something’s got you all keyed up. I know you, man. What happened?”
Fuck him for being so intuitive. I drop my head back, close my eyes against the harsh recess lighting, and speak to the ceiling.
“Sheaccidentallytagged me in one of her pictures last night. I didn’t know until this morning, and only because she sent me a message to apologize.”
Macon scoffs. “Accident my ass.”
I laugh. He’s not wrong. I know she did it to fuck with me. Why not just remove the tag and leave it alone? Why tag me, leave it, and then message me to saywhoops, sorry, hope all is well?
Because she wanted to rub something in my face. And like a fucking asshole, I took the bait.
“You scrolled, didn’t you?” Macon says, and I nod.
“I scrolled.”
It’s been a little over a month since Sable and I broke up, and in that time, she’s been living her best rich life up and down the East Coast. Bottle service at a club in New York City. Cocktails at some swim-up bar in Florida. New flashy jewelry. Thirst trap pictures in a burnt orange McLaren. Don’t know whose. Don’t care. But what the fuck? Scrolling through those pictures just hit home how fucking wrong I was about her. How completely clueless I was about the person I thought I loved.
“Was she always so...”
I let the question trail off. I don’t have to finish it because Macon is already nodding, his face twisted up like he smells something rancid.
“Yes. She was. Always. Fucking insufferable. And rude. Shitty tipper, too.”
I jerk my head back.
“How do you know she’s a shitty tipper? I always paid.”
He grins.
“Remember that time Lennon and her went out to lunch? That’s how I know. Len said Sable was rude to the server, complained about everything, sent her food back twice, and then left a two-dollar tip. It was so bad that Lennon went back later that day just so she could apologize to the server and give her a hundred bucks.”
Fuck.
No wonder Lennon never invited Sable out again. I scrub a hand down my face and groan.
“I’m an idiot.”
Macon chuckles. “Nah. I mean, youwerean idiot, but you’re not anymore.”
“Macon, I fucking proposed. The only reason I’m not engaged right now is because she said no. Not because I wised up and realized what a shitty person she was. She might be a bitch, but that doesn’t change the fact thatshedumpedme.” I sigh and shake my head. “I am an idiot.”
Macon drops a hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze.
“Fine. You’re right. You’re an idiot.”
I laugh and shove him off me.
“I gotta go,” I tell him. I have just enough time to hit up my house for a change of clothes before I have to be at The Outpost for my shift. “You comin’ by tonight?”
“Can’t. We’ve got Evie tonight.”
Macon’s younger half-sister is absolutely adorable, and he and Lennon watch her one weekend every month. He’s the proudest big brother. Between him and Lennon, Evie will never want for anything. She’s not even five and she already has her own kiddy-sized pottery wheel and paint easel at their apartment.
“Oh, do me a favor,” he says as he types something into his phone. “Check to make sure Harper hasn’t injured or kidnapped my girlfriend when you get to work, would ya?”
I raise a brow.
