“Whoa, Faith. Slow down. That’s temporary.” But nothing about the way I felt was temporary.
Faith tilted up a shoulder. “What if you didn’t leave?”
Rose sat up straight. “Oh please, she has been wanting to leave forever. Besides, Scott is hot and all, but I bet London guys with accents are like Scott dipped in chocolate and served with ice cream.”
It was hard to picture someone I would rather see Europe with than Scott. Between working together and spending each night texting, I couldn't imagine anything without Scott.
Would he want to go see it with me?
What if he was just playing some game? Stuck in this town and only with me for as long as that lasted. His dream board had no woman on it, and I would never fit in with his penthouse vision. Had his dreams changed? Or been put on hold? What about my dreams?
“Earth to Marissa.” Rose was waving her magazine in front of my face.
“Oh, sorry.” I blushed.
Nan giggled. “Someone was dreaming of Scott again?”
“No stop. It’s not like that.”
Nan looked at me. “Oh, please! My eyesight isn’t that bad.”
“Ok fine, it isn’t like that for him. Maybe?”
“What do you mean? That man has been here every night drooling over you.” Nan gestured to the place on the couch that had become Scott’s spot.
“I admit I like him, but it can’t go anywhere.”
“Why?” Nan shifted in her chair.
“He’s leaving. He doesn’t know about the whole kid thing.”
“Oh Marissa, you are more than your reproductive parts.” Nan waved her hands in the air. “I’m not getting married to pop out babies.”
“I know, but he might expect something else.” I leaned further into the couch.
“Then ask him.” Nan rolled her eyes.
“Is London off now?” Rose slapped down her magazine and scowled.
I rubbed my forehead, feeling a headache forming.
“No, Ugh . . . it doesn’t feel as pressing right this second?” I leaned back on the couch.
“Ugh. It is, I knew it,” Rose said.
“Rose, relax. Give her time to figure it out,” Faith pleaded.
I sat forward. “Can’t you just let me enjoy this?”
Faith bumped her shoulder. “What if he is the guy?”
“Then tell him.” Rose’s eyebrows lifted in challenge.
I held her stare. “Weren’t you saying it doesn’t matter? It doesn’t change my worth.”
Rose leaned forward, not backing down. “Oh, telling him isn’t to test your worth, it’s testing his.”
Faith reached down and squeezed my hand. “Telling him is not a terrible idea. It isn’t about your worth, or Scott’s worth.” She glared at Rose. “But it's something you should have a conversation about, before it hurts more if . . .”
