Me: But it also means I have to get rid of things from my past. I have something of yours, and I’d like to give it to you.
Layla Grace: What? You couldn’t have anything of mine. Whatever it is, just throw it away.
Me: I feel like it’s imperative I give this to you in person. It’ll give us closure.
Me: I’ll be in Denver in four days.
Me: Just meet me for five minutes. I’ll give it to you, and then be on my way.
Layla Grace: Fine.
Layla Grace: But only because I’m curious to see whatever you think you have of mine. But I swear to God, Everett, if you show up with something from some other woman, I will shove it down your throat.
Me: I’ll keep that in mind.
Snorting, I turn off my phone screen, then look up at Jake. “She’s going to meet me when we get back to Denver.”
He grins broadly. “I know. I read the whole thing over your shoulder. You do a shitty job of hiding your screen. How can she not remember leaving a thong though? What the hell does she think you might have?”
No clue what Layla thinks, but I know what she has.
She has my heart.
It’sthe longest week of my life.
I miss Max.
Being here, in his space, without him, has been absolutely brutal.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved it. I used my unexpected time off to enjoy the rooftop pool, working out in the state-of-the-art gym, and showering in his steam shower. I didn’t have to move any of my products into his bathroom because he did that before he left for New Orleans.
Max moved me out of my bathroom and into his.
My clothes are still in the guest room closet, but if I had to guess, I’d say he probably didn’t want to mess anything up with my organization. Taking a handful of products from one shower to another is easy to do. He even moved my makeup over. I didn’t have the heart to ask him why my clothes were still in my closet, though.
Even better was the fact that he left a bottle of his cologne on the nightstand by my side of the bed. A note beneath it said, “Spray it when you miss me, and it’ll be like I’m holding you.”
Excuse me, sir, but when did you getsuch romantic game?
Fortunately, the Piggie Pets group chat has kept me busy with overall chaos and shenanigans, because learning about guinea pig genitalia was not on my bingo card for this summer.
Cassie
Alright, which one of your asshole husbands told Gabe we needed another guinea pig?
Becca
I don’t think I’m going to answer that question.
Cassie
Listen. I love you, Becca. You’re amazing. But I’m making you a widow by next week.
Becca
That’s a tad harsh. One guinea pig isn’t a big deal.
Cassie
