“Josie has been her best friend for most of her life. If anyone knows how to wear her down, it’ll be London.”
“Not a bad idea, I’ll admit.” He nods, thinking this over. “You think maybe she’d agree to a double not date?”
“Not date?” I laugh.
“Well, if I’m working the friend angle, I can’t exactly invite her on a double date.”
“Let me talk to London, see if we can come up with something.”
“You know, you’re a lot more agreeable when you don’t have a massive stick up your rear.” He grins.
“Okay, enough of that. Why don’t you fill me in on today?”
“If I must.” He lets out a slow exhale and proceeds to do just that.
It’s nearly eight o’clock by the time Alec and I finally exit the office, by which time I’ve checked my phone about a milliontimes, though I don’t know why because I know how Josie and London are when they get together. Her phone probably hasn’t left her bag since she sat down at the restaurant... Which gives me an idea.
“Want to get a beer?” I ask Alec as we reach the parking lot.
“A beer?” He cocks a brow. “Isn’t it past your bedtime, old man?”
“Maybe a burger, too. Carvers?”
“Carvers?”
“Do you want to go to Carvers with me for a beer and a burger? I’m starving.” I give him a pointed look. “And that’s where London and Josie are.” I give him a look that saysduh.
“Ohhhh.” My intent finally dawns on him. “You know, a burger and a beer actually sound pretty perfect.”
“I’ll meet you over there?” I ask, tugging open my truck door.
“Meet you there,” he quickly agrees, climbing into his car that’s parked next to mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY
London
“And then he said, and I quote... We should go on a date or something.” Josie smacks the table, barking out a laugh as she retells how Alec asked her on a date for about the tenth time since I sat down at this table nearly two hours ago.
Needless to say, she’s had a few more than the two drinks she started with and it’s starting to show. Not that I’m exactly sober. I had no intention of drinking, but Jos had one waiting for me when I arrived and it went down so smoothly I opted for another, and then another, and now, well, I think I’m on my fourth, but it could very well be my fifth.
For someone who rarely ever drinks, tonight I’ve truly thrown caution to the wind. I’ve decided I’m either celebrating or drowning my fears and doubts; one of the two. Maybe a combination of both.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still floating on cloud nine over the last twenty-four hours but not long after leaving Penn, that little voice of doubt began to creep in.
Is this a good idea?
Can we really go back after everything that’s happened?
Will he ever truly trust me?
Does he actually still loveme, or does he simply love the idea of who I used to be?
Is this really whatIwant? To commit to staying in Wren Cove? And where else would I go if I didn’t?
I’ve done my best to silence said thoughts, but even with the buzz of alcohol flowing through my veins, they still have managed to squeak in here and there.
“Can you believe that man? First, he sleeps with me and another woman in less than twenty-four hours. Then he does almost the exact same thing last weekend.”
