Busy at work, and I’ve been moping around about Tristan, and I don’t know why. I did the right thing.
We were never going anywhere, and I knew that, but it still stung.
I just wish he wasn’t so perfect.
Maybe with kids I’ll just never meet someone, and I get it. I’m a lot to take on—any single mother is.
Maybe my happiness won’t come until they all move out . . . I just have to be patient.
My phone dances around on the bathroom vanity, and I peer out to see the name Marley light up the screen. I jump out and answer it. Something must be wrong. “Hello.”
“Hi, oh my God. You will never guess who I am looking at right now.”
I frown. “Who?”
“I’m in Portabella’s, the Italian restaurant we’ve been wanting to come to.”
“Who with?”
“My aunt. Guess who’s here?”
“Who?”
“Tristan Miles.”
I frown.
“Guess who he’s here with?”
“Who?” Don’t tell me—I really don’t want to know.
“Avril Mason.”
“The fashion editor?” I frown.
“Yes, they’re on a date. She grabbed his hand over the table before.”
My heart drops. “Oh well, I don’t care.” I act brave.
“Yeah, I know. Just thought you would want to know.”
“Not really.” I close my eyes as the walls close in. “I’m in the shower. I’ll see you tomorrow? Thanks for the update.”
“Yeah, sure thing.”
I hang up and get back under the shower and exhale heavily.
Well, that’s it. He’s moved on. Didn’t take much.
I should have gone out on a date with a less dangerous option.
A man I couldn’t fall for.
Oh well, it is what it is.
Tristan
“Well?” She smiles sexily. “Tell me.” She sucks on her finger seductively. “How many times a day do you think about me?”