He looked at me like I was daft. It was my least favorite “Cole” look.
“I dunno. I’m thinking to move out sooner rather than later. Give Mason and Pia their space.”
“To where?”
I shrugged. “Somewhere within walking distance of the bar, I guess. Speaking of.” I pulled out my phone. “Lunch shift today. I’m on borrowed time.”
“So that’s it for you, then. O’Malley’s for the rest of your life?”
Groaning, I tilted my head back. “Not you too.”
“Hey, I don’t give a shit what you do. You know that. I’m just asking.”
I sighed. “I like it. Maybe it’s not everyone’s dream, but I have no desire to sit in an office somewhere. I like talking to people, for real, and not in some artificial space with artificial lighting.”
“And you like talking to women.”
“That too.” Though one in particular. “I just don’t have some burning desire to change the world. I like the idea of making people happy in my own way. Wouldn’t have gone to college if my parents hadn’t forced it. But I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know.”
“Works for me. I’m not trying to bust your chops. You do you, Beck. As long as you’re happy.”
Was I happy? I thought so, before Mae announced she was getting married. Since then, I wasn’t so sure. Until she came back and unannounced the engagement. Now I was happy, at her expense. What an asshole.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I had no desire to get into it.
“Okay.”
And that was that. No more questions, which was one thing I liked about Cole. Surprisingly, he was one of the least judgmental people I knew.
Groaning, I stood up. “Time to hit the shower.”
Cole stood with me, shaking my hand.
“See you soon, Beckster.”
“Save travels, you bastard.”
Cole sat back down, obviously intending to eke out the last bit of outdoor air he could before heading back to the city. For my part, I needed a shower and something to eat, not necessarily in that order.
My phone buzzed with a text.
It was Mae’s dad.
Any chance you can come in a half hour early?
I looked at the time. I could always eat at the bar.
Sure. What’s up?
I need to talk to you and Mae, together. It’s important.
My stomach dropped. What the hell did that mean? Was he sick? Was Mae’s mom?
You ok?
Fine. Nothing like that. See you soon.
