“Why?” I interrupt.
“Why what?”
“Why were you hoping you could work it out? I mean, I can understand it if it was only the one time, but if it’s something that’s ongoing, even after she told you that she was done with all that — I don’t know, I just don’t see why you’re still hanging onto a relationship like that.”
“I don’t know,” he says. “I guess it’s just that we’ve been together for a few years. She was there when I graduated med school. I guess I just thought that meant something.”
“Yeah,” I scoff. “It meant that she had a lot of time to spread her legs. Let me see the text from her boss.”
“Why?”
“I just want to see it,” I tell him.
I have an idea.
“I don’t know what it’ll prove, but all right,” he says, and pulls his phone out of his pocket.
He finds the message and hands it to me.
“‘I want to have sex tonight,’” I read aloud. “He sounds like quite the charmer.”
“What are you doing?” he asks as I start typing a new message.
“Is she home?” I ask.
“What?”
“If you know where she is, I think we just might be able to find you some vindication,” I answer.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Do you know where she is?”
“She’s home,” he says. “At least, she was when I left.”
“All right,” I answer. “I’ll start off easy then.” Then I type the words, “Hey. How are you?”
“Now we wait,” I tell him.
“What are we waiting for?” he asks.
“An indication that she’s not with him and he thinks this is a number that she uses,” I answer.
The phone vibrates and I pull up the message.
I read aloud, “Hey sexy. Is your boyfriend checking your phone?”
“Yeah, we’re done, me and her,” Jace says.
“Not quite,” I tell him and type, “Yeah, he’s been a total bitch about the whole thing. Wanna get together later?”
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I think it’s time the two of them had a little vacation together,” I tell him.
“You’re setting them up on a date?” he asks. “Isn’t that something they’ve been doing pretty well on their own?”
“Maybe so,” I answer, “but this time’s going to be a little bit different.”