“I don’t want to be a bitch when I say I don’t want to talk about it.”
There was a massive amount of hesitance in her, “Okay.”
“How did you find out anyway?”
“Davi phoned me.”
Oh God.
I hadn’t even thought about her.
I was losing Davi. And Kenna too.
The weight of that was so heavy, I sunk into the nearest chair and dropped my head.
“Blake, you’re worrying me,” she said.
“Why?” I asked, trying to sound like everything was okay.
“I don’t know. I just…you don’t sound good.”
There you go.
I failed at sounding like everything was okay.
“I liked him. He was the first guy I liked since Chad,” I admitted. “It sucks but it didn’t work out. I’m…upset.” Ding! Ding! Ding! Understatement of the Year! “I’ll eventually get over it.” And that was a lie.
Alasdair Wallace was a man you didn’t get over.
“I thought you two…”
She didn’t finish that.
I thought “us two” too.
“I’ll be okay,” I lied.
Never.
I’d never been okay.
And losing Dair, who I’d stupidly cast as my redeemer, I never would be.
I was just me.
And that wouldn’t change.
So I had no choice.
I had to get on with it.
“Anyway, if you want to talk, you know how to get me,” she offered.
“I do, Alex. Thanks. And I’ll be coming home soon.”
“I think that’s probably good. Why don’t you come out here? Rix and I are fighting about nursery stuff. He’s buying band posters for a nursery. I need you on my side.”
I almost smiled at that, and fortunately, that sentiment could be heard in my voice when I said, “I’ll get out as soon as I can.”
