Okay, maybe I do need to be a dick.
“Not happening,” I clip.
Josh snorts. “‘Specially not with you in the picture.”
Nope. This asshole does not get to do that.
“Uh uh.” I shake my head. “You lost a great woman, Josh. Maybe the best woman on earth. And it is in no way my fault that you’ll never get her back.”
Hell, I don’t even know if she’s mine to claim. I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, but Josh’s earlier words? About Greta and me? They keep circling my head like sharks.
Seemed like she woulda told me if it was serious.
Why didn’t she tell him?
And why does that question pierce like thorns?
I know I’m completely gone for her.
As far as I’m concerned, we’re forever.
I want her by my side until my last breath.
And it’ll be my last breath that separates us because I sure as hell won’t draw breath in a world without her.
So, yeah. Pretty damn serious.
And if she doesn’t feel the same?
Shit, I might be the one in need of a 12-Step program.
And if she does?
Why the hell didn’t she tell him?
I know she doesn’t have feelings for him. She said as much, and I believe her. But they were together for almost three years.
We’ve been…
Whatever we’ve been for like a month. Yeah, she’s had a hold on my heart since that first Zoom call, but our relationship?
Honestly, we’ve barely gotten started. What if she doesn’t see things as serious?
What if I’m the rebound guy?
And this possibility slams me in a Broussard La Quinta with my former best friend.
That’s what’s been gnawing at me since I heard he was back. Not that she’d take him back. Greta is way too smart and way too sane for that.
But that she might not be crazy enough about me.
Even though I just left her an hour ago, it feels like I haven’t seen her in ages. I’m about as grounded as one of those trash islands in the Pacific.
What a fucked up place to be.
I tip my head toward the empty bed. “Get some sleep. We’ll try to sort this shit in the morning.”
Josh nods, and I head to the bathroom, dragging my suitcase with me.
