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“Uh-huh,” Tarryn said the moment she knew I had connected the dots. “Someone’s looking for you, girlie-girl.”
“Oh myGod,” I repeated, suddenly unable to string together more than those three words, even as my poor brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening.
Dylan was looking forme. He hadn’t forgotten, even after six weeks passed. I mean, I had no ideawhyexactly he was looking for me. He could want to call to let me know he was just diagnosed with some horrible STD or something. But the fact was, heremembered, and that brought a smile to my face.
“I told Lucy to give Mitch your number,” Tarryn went on, and the smile was wiped away.
My hand stilled against Ernest’s soft, round head. “You what?”
“Dylan wanted your number, so I gave it to him,” she clarified, and I smacked a hand against my forehead.
“W-why would you do that?” I stammered, walking aimlessly to my dresser and then across the room to the closet door. “And without asking me first?”
“Lenny,” she said with a sigh. “You have spent the past month—”
“Month and a half,” I corrected.
“Whatever. You have spent however long moping around and saying you wish you had left your number or email address or something, and now, look at this. I helped you out,” she said.
I could hear the smug smile in her tone, and I rolled my eyes to the ceiling fan.
“Yeah, but I was saying that without actually thinking I’d have the chance again to give it to him,” I explained weakly, knowing it was silly.
I had been given a second chance, so what the hell was I complaining about really?
Well, other than the terrifying possibility of him finding out once and for all that I truly was a nobody.
Especially when he’d been thinking I was not.
“Well, buckle up, baby, because he’s calling,” Tarryn said quickly. “Now, I gotta go land this part. Love you, bye.”
She hung up before I could reciprocate the sentiment. The phone was dropped on the desk, and my hands were in my hair before I had a moment to think.
Dylan Pierce had my number.
He could be looking at it right now, deciding whether or not to call that very second. And what if he did call? Would I answer? Would I even want to? Maybe our time together was only meant to be contained in that one incredible night. Maybe that was the extent of my luck, and anything beyond that would just be overkill.
“I won’t answer the phone,” I declared with a hasty nod in Ernest’s direction, still not knowing if it was the right move to make.
Hell, I already knew it would be on the short list of things I regretted not doing in my life. But what the hell would he say when he found out I wasn’t only a nobody, but one who was also blind, unemployed, and still living at home with her parents? What an embarrassment that would be for him—to know he had spent his night scraping at the bottom of the barrel.
I decided I was sparing him the trouble of hurting his ego. I figured it was for the best.
So, for an entire week, I didn’t answer any calls from unknown numbers, and I deleted any voice mails received before I had the chance to listen to them. Just in case I heard his voice. Just in case he succeeded in convincing me to talk to him. Sooner or later, he’d have to give up. He’d get the hint and leave me alone, and we’d both continue on as things were.
He would be free to forget about me, and I would be left to suffer in my regret.
The problem was, I never expected him to show up at my door.
CHAPTER NINE
Dylan
The minute I ran a Google search on her number and found her address wasn’t one of my finer moments. Even I could see how borderline psychotic it was, and the fact that I didn’t stop there made it that much worse. But when I saw that she lived nearby—only five minutes from my parents’ place—I couldn’t let it go.
I had to see where she—Lennon Jacobs—lived.
So, for the first time in four years, I got behind the wheel of a car and drove.
