Sadie: Don’t be mad.
“God damn it.”I groaned and squeezed the steering wheel so tight the leather creaked under my grip.
Me: Tell me it’s not fuckboy.
Sadie: It is fuckboy.
Me: Why??????
Putting my car in park, I snatched my phone from my purse and hit dial.
She answered, “I have a very unfortunate type.”
“If you wanna fuck a fuckboy, then go for it, but you can’t want to date a fuckboy.”
This man had caused my friend a couple of teary nights drinking red wine and watchingPride and Prejudice—both the 2005 and the BBC versions.He was a spectacular lawyer at our firm, as well as a spectacular dipshit with my bestie’s heart.She just couldn’t stop falling back into his bed.
Watching the pattern repeat itself broke my heart by proxy.
But then, one of my favorite things about Sadie was her forgiving heart.So I put a lot of blame on lawyer, fuckboy-extraordinaire.He could just stop messing with her.
“I don’t want to date him ...I just ...God, he’s sweet when it’s just the two of us, and I like it.”She groaned.
“Yeah, but he’s just full of bullshit, and that’s how he gets you.”
“I know.I need you to hurry up and get back here because I listen to you better than I do myself.”
“You want to see the best in everyone.”I opened the side door to Furgie wagging the back half of her body and whining.“Hi, sweet pea!”
“Aw, I can hear her being adorable.”
“She is too.She’s feeling so much better.Remi did a good job.”
“You said that.”
“He made her feel comfortable during the visit too.I’m not surprised he’s good at this.”It was a challenge to clip the leash to Furgie’s collar with her excited wiggling.
“No one is all bad, right?”
“He wasn’t bad.We were just”—I struggled to find the word I wanted while I chose not to look to deeply into my knee-jerk reaction to defend him—“dumb.Anyway, I don’t even know why I brought him up.Can we go back to talking about you?”
She huffed.“Sure.”
“So, what happened?”
“He was at the office Friday, and he was gorgeous and flirty, and now he’s texting—”
“Have you agreed to go out to dinner with him?”
“Dinner?”she scoffed.“You mean drinks?No, he hasn’t asked.”
“What are you gonna do if he does?”
Furgie hopped from the shoveled walk to the snow-covered yard.
“I don’t know,” Sadie answered.
I exhaled a puff of steam, wondering how best to proceed.“I know you want to believe that he can change—that you see a lot of good in him.But even if he did, could you trust it at this point?After the highs and lows he’s put you through.”
