Enzo hollered, “I get laid, you just don’t hear about it.”
“I call bullshit.” I felt different after seeing him, more hopeful, a little more focused. He was right; maybe I needed to sort myself out before I tried to fix things with Lila.
“I’ll drive you home, sweetheart,” Enzo purred, slinging his arm around my shoulders. “Can’t have you on a bus this late at night.”
“You’re such a loser.”
“Says the man getting divorced and catching buses.”
“Prick.”
44
LILA
Iwas flipping through a magazine when Victor came downstairs, wearing nothing but grey joggers.
“Do you want a coffee or tea?” he asked me, but I shook my head.
I’d seen my husband shirtless many times, but I’d never seen him so thin. I couldn’t help but stare as he made a coffee, envying him for the sweet nectar I couldn’t have unless it was decaf. But Victor was usually at work—why was he here at night?
I wanted to ask him, but I was too stubborn. He could still get fucked, the skinny bastard.
I returned my attention to my magazine when my Instagram notification lit up on my phone, accompanied by a soft ping.
It was a message request.
I sucked in a breath when I saw the sender's name.
Graham Parker.
My heart thudded in my chest as my thumb hovered over the notification, my teeth sinking into my lip. I’d forgotten we’d exchanged Instagram profiles—Fuck.
I clicked on it before I could change my mind and devoured the words.
Lila,
I hope you don’t mind me reaching out. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.
I almost dropped the phone.
He’s been thinking about me?!
I forced myself to keep reading, my breathing hitched in my throat.
I hope you’re doing well, with the pregnancy and everything. I’m flying over to the States next week, and well, I’d love to see you. It’s a big place, but I’ll fly to wherever you are to take you out one more time.
What do you say?
Graham.
Well.
I let out a breathy sigh and Victor glanced at me, making guilt temporarily rise in my chest.
But no, fuck him. I could absolutely have another date with the British man willing to fly to wherever I was.
My fingers trembled as I texted Vanessa, my teeth sinking into my lip.
