delivery man set them down. This was why I didn’t need him in my life. I spent all morning trying to decipher the meaning of his words instead of floating on my awesome cloud. I was already obsessing, and it had been one day.
Thankfully, Melanie showed up around lunchtime with BLTs and sweet potato chips. It was a random, delicious combination that could have only come from one place.
“Restaurant Guy asked about you,” she said as she dropped the bags on the counter.
“Why?” I sounded far more disgusted than confused, but I wasn’t disgusted. I was weirded out. Why would a guy I periodically waved at ask about me? And why was another guy unable to forget about me?
“He said you weren’t in the window this morning. He thought you might be sick.”
“Nope. Not sick.”
“So, why didn’t you participate in your little game of wave and wink?”
“I’ve been busy.”
She glanced around the store, taking in the boxes of books and the flashing light on the phone telling me I had messages. “I see that.”
“Stop judging.”
She held up her hands in surrender. “Not judging. More curious. What has the invincible Reagan all shook up?”
“Really, Melanie? Quoting Elvis?”
“Don’t be cruel. Tell me what’s up.”
“That was lame.”
“You’re lame,” she argued back.
This conversation was going nowhere fast, much like every other conversation we had. This was why I liked Melanie. She was always fun and never too serious. I also didn’t think for a second that she would have ever invited Brock over to dinner or hired him to work with her…unlike my supposedly loyal brother.
“Are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to withhold the cheesecake Restaurant Guy sent?”
Ugh. I didn’t think my stomach could take more, but as it turned out, the mention of cheesecake had my tongue snapping to attention.
“Jordan’s kicking me out,” I attempted to distract her.
“Not going to work. Sorry to hear that, but it’s about time. Get back to the guy.”
Double damn.
“My past is coming back to haunt me, and Casper is not a friendly ghost.”
“Sounds intriguing. Tell me everything.”
I debated keeping my mouth shut, but she would only badger me until I told her. Not to mention, I didn’t have a single customer to distract me, or anywhere to be since she brought me lunch. She was a clever one, that Melanie.
“The guy I hung out with in high school and college has made a reappearance thanks to Jordan. We didn’t end on good terms…or have an ending at all, really. We were sort of together when I was in an accident. The next morning, after I had been released from the hospital, my mom drove me back to the apartment. Right as we pulled into the parking lot, he was walking out of his place with this leggy blonde bitch, Candace, in tow. That was the end. After that, I had to go home to recover from the accident, and I stopped speaking to him once I was gone.” That was all she was getting as a brief overview of my history with Brock. When I finished, she remained silent for a long moment. Our food rested on the counter untouched, and my stomach hurt a little more after remembering all that happened.
“Say something.”
“I just have one question.”
“Okay…”
“What happened to the leggy blonde bitch?”
“Candace Wood?”
“Sure.”
“Who knows? I wasn’t aware of what Brock had been up to until last night.”
“Really? You didn’t once stalk him online?”
“No. I have the self-control of a monk.”
“I’ll say. I stalk the crap out of my exes. My high school boyfriend is balding and married to a woman who posts pictures of her kids eating constantly. He stopped being interesting years ago, but I can’t seem to stop keeping tabs on him.”
“You realize that’s creepy, right?”
“You realize you’re going to have to talk to him, right?”
“I thought you were going to be on my side. What good are you?”
“Hey! I brought you
Thankfully, Melanie showed up around lunchtime with BLTs and sweet potato chips. It was a random, delicious combination that could have only come from one place.
“Restaurant Guy asked about you,” she said as she dropped the bags on the counter.
“Why?” I sounded far more disgusted than confused, but I wasn’t disgusted. I was weirded out. Why would a guy I periodically waved at ask about me? And why was another guy unable to forget about me?
“He said you weren’t in the window this morning. He thought you might be sick.”
“Nope. Not sick.”
“So, why didn’t you participate in your little game of wave and wink?”
“I’ve been busy.”
She glanced around the store, taking in the boxes of books and the flashing light on the phone telling me I had messages. “I see that.”
“Stop judging.”
She held up her hands in surrender. “Not judging. More curious. What has the invincible Reagan all shook up?”
“Really, Melanie? Quoting Elvis?”
“Don’t be cruel. Tell me what’s up.”
“That was lame.”
“You’re lame,” she argued back.
This conversation was going nowhere fast, much like every other conversation we had. This was why I liked Melanie. She was always fun and never too serious. I also didn’t think for a second that she would have ever invited Brock over to dinner or hired him to work with her…unlike my supposedly loyal brother.
“Are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to withhold the cheesecake Restaurant Guy sent?”
Ugh. I didn’t think my stomach could take more, but as it turned out, the mention of cheesecake had my tongue snapping to attention.
“Jordan’s kicking me out,” I attempted to distract her.
“Not going to work. Sorry to hear that, but it’s about time. Get back to the guy.”
Double damn.
“My past is coming back to haunt me, and Casper is not a friendly ghost.”
“Sounds intriguing. Tell me everything.”
I debated keeping my mouth shut, but she would only badger me until I told her. Not to mention, I didn’t have a single customer to distract me, or anywhere to be since she brought me lunch. She was a clever one, that Melanie.
“The guy I hung out with in high school and college has made a reappearance thanks to Jordan. We didn’t end on good terms…or have an ending at all, really. We were sort of together when I was in an accident. The next morning, after I had been released from the hospital, my mom drove me back to the apartment. Right as we pulled into the parking lot, he was walking out of his place with this leggy blonde bitch, Candace, in tow. That was the end. After that, I had to go home to recover from the accident, and I stopped speaking to him once I was gone.” That was all she was getting as a brief overview of my history with Brock. When I finished, she remained silent for a long moment. Our food rested on the counter untouched, and my stomach hurt a little more after remembering all that happened.
“Say something.”
“I just have one question.”
“Okay…”
“What happened to the leggy blonde bitch?”
“Candace Wood?”
“Sure.”
“Who knows? I wasn’t aware of what Brock had been up to until last night.”
“Really? You didn’t once stalk him online?”
“No. I have the self-control of a monk.”
“I’ll say. I stalk the crap out of my exes. My high school boyfriend is balding and married to a woman who posts pictures of her kids eating constantly. He stopped being interesting years ago, but I can’t seem to stop keeping tabs on him.”
“You realize that’s creepy, right?”
“You realize you’re going to have to talk to him, right?”
“I thought you were going to be on my side. What good are you?”
“Hey! I brought you
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