“Soon.”
Chapter Four
Lucy
I stare at myself in the mirror, wondering what the hell I’m doing. Eden can be too much of a smooth talker at times. Somehow she got me to agree to go on a date with someone she knows. She said that I needed to get out there. I haven't been on a date since before I lost my mom. I think what really tipped me over the edge today was the fact that I haven't heard from Wyatt in a few days.
Even when he gets busy at work he still finds the time to send me a few texts throughout the day. I suppose working and trying to meet a list full of ladies can keep you busy. I’m getting a taste of what life will be like when he really does have a wife. And to be honest, I don’t care for it very much. Yet I know him finding someone and getting married is inevitable.
What if she doesn't want me around? I mean, let’s be honest, who wants a single girl hanging out with their husband? Especially if you’re married to Wyatt, who is the whole package. He’s sweet, funny, extremely successful, and damn if he isn't one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen in my life. I have no idea why he even needs a list of women. He could have his pick of them. They throw themselves at him already.
He’s oblivious to their advances, as far as I can tell. But that doesn’t stop them from shoving their boobs and numbers into his face all the damn time. He may not notice, but I certainly do. He can’t take a hint, and I find it adorable. It only makes him more appealing.
He has no idea how hot he is, and he’s not checking out women all the time. He’d make a good husband. At least I think so. That is, if he slows down some. He’s consumed with work at this point in his life, but maybe having someone to go home to would change that.
Kids would come soon after. Wyatt would want to be a hands-on dad. I know whenever I call or text him, he always makes time for me. He would do the same for a wife, I would think.
“Crap.” I grab a napkin from the holder and wipe the tear away that escaped thinking about how much my life is going to change.
For so long I’ve been using Wyatt to lean on, and there is a big chance I could actually lose him if whoever he picks to marry pushes me out of the picture. Which they should because I’m secretly in love with him. But I love him enough to want to see him happy.
I fix the light makeup I put on before running my fingers through the loose curls in my hair one last time. Once I’m done, I grab my phone off the sink and snag a pair of heels out of my tiny closet. I’ve only got two pairs, so it makes it easy to choose. I have my work heels for when I have to attend an event and my going out ones. I pour myself a glass of wine to take the edge off as I check my messages again. Still nothing from Wyatt. I know it shouldn’t, but disappointment fills me.
Wyatt always texts me on Saturdays to make dinner plans for when he gets off. It’s normally early in the morning.
Gah, I was so waiting for him to text so I could say I have a date and can’t make it tonight. I admit it’s terrible, but I wanted to poke him to see how he reacted. It’s childish, but still I made the plan thinking he would nag me about Saturday being our night, and then I’d end up canceling. Then I wouldn’t have to go on this date, and I’d get to spend the evening with him. It would’ve been a win-win for me.
That never happened.
I down the rest of the wine before slipping my heels on and grabbing my jacket. I turn my phone on silent to not be rude before I put it in my purse. It doesn't take me long to get to the coffee shop where I’m meeting this Mark guy.
From what Eden told me about him, he works in finance. Sounds boring, but who am I to judge? I don’t much care for my job, but it pays the bills for my small studio apartment and allows me to keep my coffee addiction.
When I pull the door open to the coffee shop, my eyes go to the man Eden is talking to. He’s in a pair of slacks and buttoned-up shirt. He turns his head my way, a smile forming on his lips. He looks familiar. I’m guessing he comes here sometimes.