He twirled his pen. “We’re all faking it in one way or the other.”
“Maybe we’re cursed.”
“How so?
“You, me, and Dial … perpetually single.”
“It’s because of Mom and Dad.”
My head jerked back. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Kiddo, you’ve got to take off those rose-colored glasses.”
“I’m not following.”
“Edison, I love that for you. I really do.” Cyrus acted like we grew up in different households. I understood the theory of siblings having different experiences and relationships with their parents even when all the kids grew up together, but Cy’s reality was so removed from mine. “What’s Fancy doing in town?”
“Just visiting.”
“For how long? Cause I’d love to get her in some ads for the town. Plaster her face on a billboard that says home of Francesca Palmer of Whiskey Wild. Is Darla here? We need to get her in on this too.”
“Funny enough she was pitching me an interesting billboard idea this morning,” I joked.
“This morning? Okay, I see you player.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Does that have anything to do with why Dial is mad at you?”
“I’m sure she’ll tell you all about it during your sibling chat I’m not included in.”
“If you were included, we wouldn’t be able to make fun of you.”
“Shit I don’t even know why I came here because you’re never any help.”
“You want help, shoot. I’m the mayor of Hume and I’m here to solve my constituent’s problems.”
“I asked Fancy out. Not a date just a hangout.” A twinge of guilt washed over me at my admission.
“You need to keep your expectations low. Like the prices at Bargain Bin low.”
“I’ve mastered that. Low expectations equals minimum disappointment.”
“Good and whatever you do, don’t sleep with her.”
Casting a glance at his décor, I asked, “Did you do something different to your office?”
“I’m serious.”
“Never said I was going to do anything. I’m just making conversation.”
“You’re damn right you’re not. Because if you do, she’ll still run back to LA at the first opportunity.”
“I think you’re underestimating the power of my dick, but I hear you.”
“Is that why Willa dumped you?”
Rolling my eyes, I shouted, “She didn’t dump?—”
