Page 78 of Something Good
“I didn’t respond.”
I nodded my approval. “Do you think you’ll go to the reunion?”
He paused with his burger halfway to his mouth. “I keep going back and forth, but right now, I’m thinking I’ll go. I’ve lived in Astaire my whole life. I don’t want to let what happened between us all those years ago keep me from seeing my friends.”
“Good. Youshouldgo. Don’t let him have the power to take that away from you.”
Before he could respond, my phone buzzed on the table. I set my burger down and wiped my hands before picking it up and swiping into my messages.
I couldn’t help my smile as I read the message from Sammy.
You busy Saturday?
My fingers flew across the screen as I responded.
Nope. What’s up?
You up for a day-date?
Yeah
What time?
I’ll pick you up at 8
In the morning?
lol. Yes. Wear comfortable clothes
Ok
Looking forward to it
Me too
I set the phone down just as the server came by and dropped off refills of our drinks. When I looked up, Jason was eyeing me with a knowing look. “Sammy?”
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
“He’s the only one who’s ever put that look on your face.”
I ducked my head, shoving a french fry into my mouth.
“How’s that going?” he asked.
I smiled, thinking about Sunday and Monday. The way he’d held me when we slept and the way he’d aggressively jerked me off the following morning. The food he’d bought for Goldie and the promise he’d made to take better care of my heart this time. The sweet way he’d kissed me before I’d left Julio’s shop and the text he’d sent me after.
He’d sent other random messages since—pictures of projects he was working on, a selfie of him and Jimmy flipping me off with big grins, a sketch of Goldie. That one had nearly made mecry. With each message, I fell a little deeper all over again. And with each one, I got a little more scared.
“Mostly good. We’ve talked a couple of times since I’ve been back, worked through some of our shit. He wants to take me on a date Saturday.”
“Sammy.Sammywants to take you on adate?”
I grabbed one more fry, then pushed my plate away. “Don’t be a dick,” I teased. “When’s the last time you talked to Sammy?”
He nibbled on a fry, his face thoughtful. “I can’t remember exactly. I think he worked on my truck a few years back, but I don’t think I’ve talked to him since he left Julio’s.”
“He’s different, J. I mean, he’s still Sammy, but he’s…softer, more open. Like he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve exactly, but he doesn’t try to hide the fact he has one either. He told me he wants a second chance.”
