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I don’t answer him, my mind consumed with thoughts of Wine Queen and meeting her and what she really means when she says she wants to wait a little longer.
“Tommy?”
“What?” I snap, my voice harsher than I intend.
“Whoa, slow your roll, buddy,” Jack says, hands up defensively.
“Sorry,” I reply.
“You okay, seriously?” he asks.
I glance over and see he’s watching me, a concerned look on his face. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, letting out a long breath. “Just distracted.”
“By…?”
When I don’t answer, I see the fridge beside me open and Jack reach in and grab two bottles of cider. He opens them both and hands me one.
“That’s your solution?”
Jack grins. “Nothing an alcoholic beverage can’t fix, really.”
I shake my head at him. “You Aussies are so weird.”
Jack just shrugs and grins before taking a sip. “Come on, what’s going on?”
I take a long pull of cold cider wondering if I should just say fuck it and tell Jack everything. What have I got to lose? I mean besides my dignity of course and any hope at future peace and quiet about all this from him.
“Fuck it,” I eventually say. “Yeah, I have been using the app.”
Jack’s grin widens. “And?”
“And I’ve met someone on there,” I say.
“So you are sexting someone,” Jack shouts, slapping a hand down on the bar. “Tell me is it—”
“We aren’t sexting,” I say, cutting him off. “At least not right now anyway.” I don’t even know why I admit this, maybe to prove I’m not a total loser.
Jack chuckles. “You dirty little dog. And you’re welcome by the way,” he adds with a wink.
I narrow my brows. “Welcome, for what?”
“For giving you the app,” he replies, throwing a hand out toward me. “Anyway, enough about that. You’ve met someone, you’re having virtual sex or whatever, which isn’t ever as good as the real thing, by the way, but anyway, tell me what the problem is?”
I finish off the cider, shaking my head when Jack reaches for another with a questioning look on his face. Letting out a long slow breath, I finally tell him about today’s message and the whole meeting-up-but-it-not-happening-yet thing.
“Do you want to meet up with her?” he asks when I finally finish.
I scrub a hand down my face, suddenly wondering if maybe I should have said yes to the second drink. “Yeah.”
“So tell her,” he says, as though it’s that simple.
“What if this is all just a…”
“A piss-take?” Jack asks.
“A what?”
Jack chuckles. “A piss-take. You’re worried she’s taking the piss.” He laughs again when he sees I still don’t get what he’s saying, shaking his head as he continues. “You think she’s making fun of you or maybe isn’t real?”
