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“Good point. Mine’s still busted up too,” she admits with a frown. “We’re a mess.”
“We really are,” I agree, dryly. “I just want to forget him. And every time I feel like I’m getting closer to leaving him in the past, he pops back up. First, it was the college games and the NFL draf
t, then the pregnancy announcement on ESPN, then the news coverage of his knee and how his career ended before it ever had a chance to begin. And now, this. He’s back. How can I forget him now?”
“Maybe…maybe you should try dating again?” she offers.
I roll my eyes. “You’re ridiculous. You know that, right?”
“I’m not ridiculous. I’m just saying––”
“That dating someone else will make me feel better? Pretty sure I’ve already been down that road before, and it didn’t do anything.”
“Well, yeah, but––”
“But what, Skye?” I seethe.
“But maybe you have the right motivation now. Once Liam finally signs the freaking divorce papers, you better believe that I’m going to date like it’s going out of style. Even if it’s just to erase his touch and the way he made me feel….” Her lower lip quivers. “I refuse to let him own me.”
Owen has owned me since the moment he approached me when I was putting my textbooks in my locker. All it took was one look, and I was his.
And I’m tired of being his.
Squaring my shoulders, I keep my chin held high and announce, “You know what? You’re right.”
Her jaw drops. “I am?”
“Yeah. You’ve made some excellent points, Skye. I’m going to do it. I’m going to date.”
“And?”
“And where do I even start for something like that?” I laugh. I must be losing my damn mind.
“You could always check out the dating profile Sway and I created for you a couple of years ago.”
My expression sours. “Online dating? No, thank you.”
Skye laughs, and it’s enough to almost make my shitty predicament worth it. She’s always been so light and carefree, but after her falling out with Liam…I’ve missed her.
“Don’t hate me,” she starts, “but I think a dating app is the way to go in today’s age. It’s how people meet now.”
“Why does that make me feel so old?” I pout.
“You’re not old. You’ve just never bothered to date after your high school sweetheart turned out to be an asshole and kind of tainted your idea of love. Although, now that I’ve had my own share of heartbreak spoon-fed to me, I kinda get it.”
“Kinda?” I challenge.
Sticking her tongue out at me, she concedes, “Okay, I totally get it, but I still think online dating is a good idea for you. And since we already created the profile, it’ll be a piece of cake to dive right in.”
I purse my lips. “Fine. Which dating app was it again?”
“Why don’t you grab a bottle of wine and some glasses because I have a feeling we’re going to need it. I’ll get the computer and see if we can retrieve your password.”
“Yaaaaay.” With a groan of acceptance, I trudge to the kitchen and find the necessary ingredients that’ll calm down my frazzled nerves before returning to the family room. Then I flop down beside Skye with my lower lip stuck out for good measure.
She laughs as her fingers type furiously against the keyboard. “Stop pouting. This’ll be good for you. It might even be fun.”
“Now, you’re just being ridiculous.”
