“What’s the matter, baby? You’ve missed me, haven’t you?”
I fixed a pleasant smile on my face. “We had a nice time the few we went out, but no, I don’t miss you. No, I don’t want to go back to your place. And no, I don’t want you to come back to mine. You’re wasting your efforts on me.”
White wine hit my face with a splat. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.
“You made me think I was special. No one ever gets a second date, let alone a third. You used me.”
“I hardly call thousand dollar bottles of champagne using,” I said as I dried my face with a napkin. I stood and laid some cash on the bar.
She clung to my jacket as I maneuvered through the bar. “You’re going to regret this.”
I shrugged her off. “I already do.”
I’d come to the bar for some peace . . . or whatever I might get in a bar. I hadn’t bothered to call Andrew or Mr. Dixon. What was the point? They were happily shackled. But me? The lone wolf?
It had never bothered me to drink in a bar alone. Now? I couldn’t stand it. And I wasn’t desperate enough to ever have anything to do with Monica again.
Fuck my life. Even if I wanted to turn it around.
Thsmks s lit
My fingers fumbled over the screen as I typed with one hand and held a whiskey bottle with the other.
Are you drunk?
I dint kmpw.
The phone vibrated in my hand.
“Hello, Wicked,” I slurred.
“Where are you?” she barked.
I looked around lazily. “My living room.”
“Why are you calling me?” she sighed.
“Why did you call me?”
“I didn’t.”
“Last fight.”
“Last fight? I don’t understand.”
“Might,” I insisted. Why didn’t she get it?
“What?”
“Never mind.” I slung back more whiskey. “I can’t go to my room.”
“Patrick, you aren’t making any sense,” she said sternly.
“Give Blake a kiss for me.”
I hung up the phone and dropped it on my chest. She didn’t make sense either.
Ding dong.Ding dong. Ding dong.