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“Are you sure you want my honest opinion?”
“I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t. If I need someone rational, I’d have called Millie.”
“Andy’s still in love with you.”
The moment the words drop, Bentley latches onto the edge of the tub and attempts to climb out. He’s done, and despite me wanting to talk to Ava, he needs to get out and dried off.
“I’m not ignoring you, I promise. But Bentley needs to get out of the bath. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“You better, and hey…” Ava trails off.
“Yes?”
“I miss you, girl.”
“Me too, Ava,” I say with a smile. “Me too.”
After I dry and get Bentley dressed in his onesie, we head downstairs together to make his bottle. The staff always offers to help, but I assure them it’s fine and to take a break. The one time Rosemarie heard me say that, she went straight to Benedict to complain we were underworking our staff.
Somewhere out there, a broomstick is calling her name.
We head back upstairs to Bentley’s room. With his night light on and lullaby music playing, I place him in the crib with his bottle and kiss him goodnight. I linger for a while in his closet, sorting his clothes before finding him fast asleep with an empty bottle beside him.
Back downstairs, I wash his bottle, then decide to head to bed early.
I purposely take a long shower, relishing in the hot water to relax my tense muscles, then climb into the king-size bed, hoping to read before falling asleep.
But Ava’s words are on repeat in my head.
“Andy’s still in love with you.”
I don’t know what compels me, but I grab my phone to text Andy.
Me:Are you awake?
The bubble appears almost instantly.
Andy:I’m always awake.
Me:I spoke to Ava tonight.
Andy:Explains why she’s blowing up my phone asking me what I’ve been up to.
Me:I had to go, I was bathing Bentley, but she mentioned something about you.
Andy:Is it about the time you got drunk, and I drew that fake mustache on you but blamed Nash?
Me:I knew it was you! No way could he draw such a perfect curve.
Andy:Like you said… I’m a perfectionist.
Without even thinking rationally, I dial his number needing to hear his voice.
“What’s with you and calling mid text?” he asks, but I hear the smile in his voice. “You know it makes introverts uncomfortable?”
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, but decide if I’m going to mention this, I’ll change the wording slightly. Focus on the past, not the present.
“Ava said you were in love with me.”
