The one after that, Blake is so many levels up from her, Signe can’t even see her. She knows it and it’s driving her crazy. But I’m happy for them. #teamblairforever!
A tiny giggle escaped me.
I closed that thread, and the next comment down on the video said, This is getting sad. Let the man be happy, FFS.
And the next, Get over it. The ship has sailed for Wallace to be your meal ticket.
Harsh.
But true.
The next one, Should this be reported? It’s getting into the zone of stalking. At least it feels that way.
The next, Can you spell pathetic? It starts with an S and ends with an i-g-n-e.
Again, harsh.
But, by my estimation, true.
There wasn’t anything better after that. In fact, for Signe, they just got worse. Even in two scrolls, there wasn’t a single positive comment.
Dair closed the screen and took the phone from me.
“Think she’ll give up on the whole star-crossed lover shite after that,” he said.
Oh, she was one thousand percent going to give it up. No woman could take that much abuse, even if she was addicted to attention.
Trust me, I knew.
I settled happily in my seat and was about to return to my magazine when Dair spoke.
“Life is fucking weird,” he said. “But it can’t be denied, it gives us the skills we need to survive.”
No, indeed.
That couldn’t be denied.
And I absolutely adored that he twisted the way I struggled through those years in order to put a positive spin on it.
Regardless, even with that spin, what he said was true, and that was best of all.
I smiled at him.
He kissed my smile.
Then he put his ear buds in and went to some sports thing on his phone.
I pulled my iPad out of my tote and handed it to him so he’d have a bigger screen.
“Thanks, love,” he murmured and sorted himself out.
I went back to my magazine.
Chapter 24
Friendly Family
Blake
