But eventually he does as men always do.
He leaves with nary a goodbye.
I close the door, flick the lock.
Then I hurry back into the kitchen, hating the tears that escape to slide down my cheeks the moment I’m safely out of sight.
I knew better.
I fucking knew.
Grabbing my planner, I find some work to do, something long and tedious that will take my mind off the shards jabbing at my heart. Something that takes enough focus so I don’t have the mental space to think about Leo, about my idiocy.
Something that is so exhausting I’ll fall asleep the moment my head hits my pillow…and won’t dream of warm arms holding me close.
“No more men,” I whisper, pulling out my mixer.
Ever.
Two
Leo, a few weeks later
“Hey, cutie.”
I turn away from the beer I’ve been nursing to see a slender blonde with great tits and an even better smile standing beside my barstool.
Nope.
“Hey,” I mutter and rotate back to my beer.
A smile on another blonde’s face…one that quickly faded.
Because of me.
Fuck.
I cannot believe I’m still thinking about this woman—no. Not this woman.
I’m still thinking about Harper.
I’ve been thinking about her since Luna’s baby shower.
Which is the fucking problem. Along with?—
“Fuck you! You ruined my life, asshole!” My mother storms away, but before she leaves, her eyes lock with my ten-year-old gaze. “Don’t ever fall in love, Leo. It’ll ruin everything.”
—that being the reigning sentiment of my childhood.
And the primary reason I’m going to stay single. Forever.
Even if I had a moment of temporary insanity and thought for a minute that things could be different.
The universe quickly set me straight, and I’m not going to fuck around and find out.
Not again.
“Um…”
