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“I know,” I reply with a sigh, refilling my glass. “I really have no excuse other than it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“That bad?”
I throw back another shot, the burn bringing tears to my eyes. “You have no idea. I expected Saxon and Sam to have killed one another by now, but I think they’ve reached an agreement. For now, anyway,” I add.
“We have to catch up. Do you have any plans tonight?”
“Saxon and I were going to go on a date.” I can’t help but smile at how natural that felt.
“Wow,” she gushes, her surprise clear. “We really need that catch up ASAP. Sam is okay with this?” And just like that, I’m hit with the aftertaste of something else—guilt.
Slumping onto the stool, I pour myself another drink. “No, but he doesn’t have a say. He knows everything. I’ve told him.”
“How did he react?”
“Not great, but this was never going to be easy. I suppose I could have eased him into it, but I didn’t want to be wrapped up in yet another lie. There’s been enough deceit between us.” I toss back the shot, the burn doing nothing to appease the scalding within.
“That’s fair enough. And besides, stop being so selfless. You deserve your happily ever after too.”
I want to believe her. “I know. I just feel like the villain in this story. That’s why I did—”
“What did you do?” she interjects.
Pulling the label off the whiskey bottle, I confess, “I said he could stay here when he offered to move out.” Oh gosh, saying it aloud highlights how outrageous this situation is.
“What?”
“I know, but what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t throw him out of his own home. I couldn’t do that and stay here happily with Saxon.”
Piper sighs, and I know that’s what most people would do if they got wind of my woes. “Your kindness will be the death of you, Lucy.”
“I wasn’t that kind to his mom.”
Her interest is piqued for an entirely different reason now. “Oh my god, what did the wicked witch do?”
I scoff, definitely needing another drink. “What didn’t she do? Let’s just say I’m now at the top of her shit list, but instead of my name, she has listed me as a tramp.”
“That…bitch.”
“It’s okay. Her opinion means nothing to me. I’m just focusing on the positives.”
“Like…?”
I’m thankful to change the subject, especially to talk about my man. “Like how amazing Saxon is. Like how I’m selling my home.” I bite my lip, wondering if I should reveal what’s on my mind. “Like how maybe, I might…move.” I cringe, waiting for her response.
“Move where?”
Here goes nothing. “I’m not too sure. Oregon, maybe?”
“No…fucking…way. Really?”
It’s the first time I’ve even considered it, but it seems inevitable. Saxon’s home is there. But mine is here.
“I’ll miss you.”
Frowning, I know the feeling all too well. “I’ll miss you too. But nothing is confirmed,” I say more for myself than for her sake. Nothing is decided anyway, so I decide not to dwell on it until I have to.
“Well, in any case, you owe me a girls’ night out.”
