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I nod. “That’s her.”
He smacks his knee. “Man, I told you that something would happen with her someday. She’s not even your type.”
I massage my neck, suddenly feeling tense. “I have a type?”
“You for sure have a type.”
I raise a brow.
“Emotionally unavailable, like you, is your type. Women who are fine without wanting more from you. I don’t get that vibe from her. Hell man, she’s married.”
“Soon-to-be divorced.”
“You sure about that?”
I nod. “Positive.”
I don’t tell him how well I know Sierra—that I know how fucking strong she is and that she won’t take Devin’s punk ass back.
At least, I hope not.
* * *
I tossmy keys onto the kitchen island and head into the living room where I hear the TV playing. I shove my hands into my pockets when I see Sierra slouched on the couch. Her legs are drawn to her chest, and she’s staring at the screen as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.
It’s a fucking vacuum infomercial.
She peeks back at me over her shoulder, her eyes red and puffy.
Shit.
“You were out late,” she deadpans.
I should’ve canceled my plans with Cohen and stayed with her, but damn, she seemed fine. It surprised me with how relaxed she’s been the past few days, given her situation. I just found out Sierra is a closet crier. She waits until she’s alone to expose her wounds.
I swallow a few times, guilt rising up my spine, and level my voice. “It’s midnight. I’m normally not in bed until four in the morning. This is early for me.”
That only grants me a sullen look. “Did you have fun with your friends?”
I’m sure I had more fun than her. She looks like someone ran over her dog.
I proceed further into the room to face her. “It ended up being only me and Cohen hanging out.”
The initial plan was drinking in the city with our other friends, but I didn’t want to leave Sierra alone all night. When I told Cohen I wanted something more chill, he stayed behind with me.
She repeatedly nods. It almost makes her look like she’s rocking back and forth.
“What about you? Did you do anything?”
Her face falls more. “I talked to my mom, and then my brothers helped me move.” She rubs at her tired eyes. “Other than having my entire life overturned, nothing.”
She needs a friend, and I wonder why she didn’t call Ellie. That chick seems to be the Robin to her Batman.
Looks like I’m her Robin tonight.
I crash on the other end of the couch, giving her plenty of space. “Did you get everything out of the condo?”
She chews on her lower lip to block it from trembling. “I did.”
