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"He told me that he kissed the love of his life for the first time in that bar," she leans forward and throws a thumb toward Brady. "Said it was the best moment of his life."
My throat dries as Brady sits back in his chair, the expression on his face hard to read. Twelve years ago, Isnuck into the Glorious Pig with Brady using my fake ID, and we...we...had our first kiss beneath those grungy neon lights.
I'm sure he must mean someone else. Because there's no way in hell Brady would buy the Glorious Pig because that's the first place he kissed me. Right?
You are my biggest regret.
"Sounds like a waste of money," I click my tongue.
"Agreed," Angie shakes her head at Brady. "That place is a hunk of junk."
"One man's trash," Brady's brilliant eyes focus on me, "is another man's treasure."
I swallow hard. Yep, he bought it because that's the place where we shared our first kiss. I want to die.
"Well," I push my chair back and stand, "I should get going."
"Cousin Pizza Night?" Brady guesses.
My lips part as I stare at him, thoroughly confused. It's been nine years.Nine. And he still remembers that I spent my Friday nights at Pete's Pizza Parlor with my cousins.
"Uh, yeah," I tuck a blond curl behind my ear.
Angie's eyes narrow as she glances back and forth between us.
"Have fun," Brady offers as he grabs another orange slice.
"Yeah," I clear my throat.
"Tomorrow night at 7," Angie forces a smile. "And bring a date. Or your daughter. Or both."
I make sure not to look at Brady as I say, "Sounds great."
The whole drive home from work, I try ignoring the nagging voice in the back of my head that's repeatedlyoohingandahhingover Brady buying the Glorious Pig because of it's significance in our gut-wrenching, dumpster fire of a former relationship.
What if he's some chauvinistic ass who bought it as a way to torment me?
That's not really the Brady I know—knew.
Even while he strung me along, he never acted like he was doing it to brag to his friends about fucking two women at once. He always seemed genuinely confused about his feelings—and his loyalty—when he was torn between his fiancée and me.
He loved me, but he also loved Maya.
He promised Maya he would marry her, but he also promised me that we had a future together.
I should have walked away. I should have stopped chasing after him. I never should have begged him to love me. Meredith might have been the OG Pick-Me Girl, but there was no great love story for me. My McDreamy was never going to outline our dream house in candles and choose me.
He was never going to pick me.
And being a Pick-Me Girl is really beneath me at this point. Why beg for love? Why chase after it? Why not wait for the right love find you at the right time?
I frown as I pull into the driveway and remember that I failed so horribly at my last relationship that I'm currently living with my parents. And I have 13 cents in my bank account.
Chasing and waiting haven't served me well. Maybe I'm meant to be alone.
"Mom?" I holler when I walk through the front door. "Brianna?"
"In here!" Mom yells back from the kitchen.
