“I’m not. But she’s not going to come back, either. Her sister’s packing up. They’re taking the medallion hunt’s ten grand and leaving town. She told me it was over.”
“It wasn’t meant to be then.”
“That’s bullshit.” Rhett sat back, staring at the sky. Under the moon, a tiny red light blinked, a northbound plane. Beyond the light was a darkness that threatened to take what was left of his heart. “I told her to stay. I told her that I loved her. But I didn’t offer anything to meet her halfway. It was my way or nothing, and now I’ve lost her forever.”
“Can I say something?”
“Can I stop you?”
“I’m never getting another shot with Jacqueline. I lost her before I could put our relationship to right, if that was even possible. Your girl is in Maine. See the difference?”
“Shit, man—I—”
“No.” Beau held up a hand. “I don’t want your pity. I want you to pull your head out of your ass. If you don’t chase that girl, then you’re going to be chasing your own tail for the rest of your life. So what’s it going to be? You want to seize the moment or go in circles?”
“I can’t drive. I had six beers.”
“That’s your excuse?”
Rhett shook his head. “This is me, asking my best friend to forgive the fact that I’m an idiot and help me out. Drive me to the airport?”
“Let’s go.”
