“I do not,” I say, shaking my head.
“You said if there was a spark, you’d let me set you up,” she reminds me.
“There’s no spark.” We’ve caught the attention of the entire table and they are all looking at me like I’m lying. “There’s not!” I mean, he’s hot and I already know the sex is great, but that hardly counts as a spark. I turn to Scott, fully intending on telling him to take me home, but he shocks me when he speaks first.
“You should give it a chance,” he says quietly.
“What?” For a moment, I hate him. He knows what it means to me for him to say this. I wish he wasn’t. I wish he didn’t care so much and would let me live my life the only way I know how since my world stopped and starting spinning in the opposite direction.
Scott leans down and whispers, “He’d want you to try.”
The dam is threatening to break, but I contain the tears and swallow hard to push down the sob waiting to break out. I turn to Marc. “Okay.” Then I face Scott, “Now take me home.”
“I’ll take you,” Marc offers.
“She’d love that,” Sylvia blurts out. I swear, I’m going to kill her!
“He’s been drinking,” I try.
Marc grins. “Haven’t touched it.” He lifts his beer. It doesn’t look like he’s had but a sip.
Crap.
“Fine.”
How did I get myself into this mess?