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“Ugh, Colby Jenkins.”
“What an ass,” I agree.
“Buuut…” She taps her nose.
“There’s a but?”
“But he’s kind of right, in a way. You do use your phone a lot.”
“You can’t seriously be siding with Jack freaking Wellington. Nora, that was my old phone with all my pictures on there.”
“You yourself said you wanted to disconnect. Before you left, you told me you were taking an eat pray love break from men for three months. And now you’re telling me how you’re excited to hang out with surfer boy Brad? I’m just a little confused here.”
“Okay, that is not totally untrue.”
“If you want to find yourself, find yourself. If you want to go on some dates, go on some dates, by all means! But you confuse me when you say one thing and do another.”
I sigh.
She goes on, “You need to file a complaint or something, get your money back. Anyway, gotta go, sis. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I collapse on the bed after putting on my blue and orange, fun beachy wrap dress.
This Brad guy is definitely going to see an interesting side of me tonight, that’s for sure. I’m feeling feisty after my run in with Jack.
A stew of emotions brews inside me. There’s sadness, thinking about my father and those pictures.
Not like I don’t have more, but there were pictures of me with him on our trip we did to Yosemite.
Then there’s the anger at Jack. It’s nothimI'm mad at, specifically. It’s the men like him. They have it all. Rich, handsome. Powerful.
He’s a CEO who lives in Costa Rica for goodness’ sake.
I glance at the time. Meeting Brad at seven.
I still have about thirty minutes to kill.
I think about lounging back at the pool, but the stupid phone killer has ruined the vibe of the pool for me.
I check my bag and see what else I brought.
I usually read from my kindle app on my phone but I at least did bring a paperback. A romance novel that my sister loaned me.
I pull it out and start reading.
It’s…good.
Really freaking good. And spicy…
And the next thing I know, I’m reaching into my bag. I remember that I did bring a little something fun for myself to try and reactivate part of me that’s long been dormant.
As I pull out the rabbit, I wonder why Jansen felt so intimidated by the thing.
He never liked when I used it. I suppose, sexually, we never did feel quite right together.
I turn it on.
