My phone instantly rings, the name Nathan lights up the screen. “Hello.”
“You’re going out tonight?” he snaps.
“Just for dinner.”
“I don’t want you to. I haven’t seen you all week.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“Who are you going out with?”
“Jolie and Brooke. It’s just dinner, Nathan. I haven’t seen my friends in ages, and I live with you. You get to see me all the time.”
He exhales heavily, unimpressed.
“Unless you want to start another fight over nothing,” I snap. “I’m only too happy to go there.”
“Don’t be late,” he warns.
“Will you pick me up?” I ask.
“Fine.” He stays silent as he hangs on the line. “And?” he asks.
“And what?”
“Is that it?”
He’s waiting for me to tell him that I love him. Well, too bad. I’m not. “Is that it from you?”
“Yes, it is,” He snaps and I know he’s holding his temper.
“I’ll text you where we are tonight. Goodbye.” I hang up in a rush.
I can just imagine his fuming face right now.
Oh well…. he can get over it.
* * *
I see Jo and Brooke at the back of the restaurant, sitting in a booth. I make my way over to them.
“Hi.” I fall into my seat.
“Hey.” Jolie laughs, and Brooke gets up and kisses me.
I glance down to see a near-empty bottle of wine, and I frown. “How long have you two been here?”
“A while,” Jolie replies dryly. “I’ve got issues.” I chuckle as I fill my glass with the remainder of the bottle. “Join the club.”
Brooke rolls her eyes. “I don’t have issues.”
“Yes, you do,” Jolie mutters dryly. “You’re fucking boring, that’s a big issue. It’s worse than ours.”
I giggle as I sip my wine. “What’s the issue, Jo?”
“Well, you know how I’m seeing Santiago?”
“Yeah. Did you wee on him yet?”