“Then what is it?” My heart clenches in my chest. It beats faster,choking off proper blood flow. I so desperately want him to have a correct answer. One I can believe without making myself a moron.
But we’ve been down this road before. There aren’t many generic excuses I’ll be able to accept without making myself look dumber than I already do. I thought after the last time Jake changed. He promised. Men always promise.
He breathes into the phone, not givingme an explanation for the few seconds that tick by that feel more like hours. “I can explain it.”
I sigh. “Sure you can.” The girl from work who stopped by to drop off some files. His next door neighbor wanted to borrow a cup of sugar.
Does it matter anymore? Do I even want to hear his explanation? It won’t make it hurt any less.
“You and I are done.” I squeeze the phone in my hand giving himone more chance to come up with something.
“You’re dumping me? Because of some floozy I met at the bar last week?” There’s a hushedheyon his end of the phone. Probably said floozy disagreeing with his assessment. I don’t have time to roll my eyes before he keeps going. “You’re in God knows what country doing who knows what with your brother and his best friend and all the other men in the snowboardingteam, but you judge me?”
“You’re kidding. Right?” How do men have the ability to make everything about them?
As quickly as I ask the question, I decide I don’t care. Kidding or not I’m done with Jake. I tap the large end call button, turn the phone on mute, and slip it back into my pocket.
