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That, I definitely couldn’t imagine. Chase at the local coffee shop. Chase getting groceries at Bob’s. Chase in the diner. The guy wore three-piece suits and used hair products. He would stick out like a sore thumb.
“Like, rent an apartment?” I suppressed a laugh.
“Don’t do that!” Her eyes widened and she covered her face. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was? To realize in the restaurant that I didn’t want to live with him?”
“Really puts a damper on the whole ‘settle down with him’ plan.”
Thea squirmed on the couch, pulling the blanket over her head.
I softened. “So, he’s not the one?”
Thea groaned, shaking her head. “You know the worst part?” She pulled the blanket off her face and I nodded encouragingly. “I was relieved when he told me he was moving. That’s screwed up, isn’t it? To go from thinking maybe we should get serious to breaking up in the span of an hour?”
“I don’t think that’s a great sign,” I admitted.
“Did you feel that way about Emily?”
I held back a knee-jerk “no.”
I didn’t break up with Emily. The decision had been hers and, in hindsight, she had been the only one of us brave enough to make it.
“Actually, I was relieved.”
Thea smiled slightly. “So, I’m not crazy?”
I shook my head. “You? Crazy? Absolutely not. He’s not it.”
“He’s not it,” she repeated, settling back into the couch, her shoulders collapsing under the heavy quilt.
I went into the kitchen, opening the cabinet by the fridge for wine glasses and plates and grabbing the corkscrew off the side of the fridge.
Thea eyed me as I muscled open the cheap bottle of wine, the cork crumbling into pieces that I dug from the neck of the bottle. I poured an overly full glass and handed it to her, urging her to sit up.
“So, did breaking up with Chase ruin all your plans?” I asked.
Thea moved her legs off the couch. “Sort of.”
I sat down beside her. “Just sort of? It really wasn’t love, was it?”
“What is love?” she groaned, holding out her hand for a piece of pizza.
I pulled out a cheesy slice and handed it to her with a napkin. “Baby, don’t hurt me?”
She rolled her eyes as she took the plate before her face crumpled. “Oh, fudge.”
I grabbed myself a slice. “Fudge?”
She set the plate in her lap and pressed her hand against her forehead. “I forgot about Mount Pierce.”
“Mount Pierce?” I echoed.
Her plate clattered on the coffee table as she struggled to get up from under the heavy blanket. She threw it on me as she scrambled for her laptop on the far side of the room. She returned to the couch with it, folding her legs up beside me as she opened it up.
“Ugh,” she groaned, throwing her head back. “Non-refundable.”
“What’s non-refundable?”
She squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring my question. “You know what? That’s fine. Come with me.”
