“It’s true.” He grinned, leaning forward in his chair. “Sloane doesn’t like game night or eat gluten.”
“Oof,” Hanna sighed. “Yeah, not the way to Midwestern Marcia’s heart.”
“And,” he lowered his voice. “I heard Tucker growled at her when they went home for Christmas.”
Hanna pressed her hand to her chest, feigning a gasp. Tucker, the family’s golden retriever, who was all things fluffy and good, liked anyone who would make eye contact with him.
“Scandalous.”
“Tragic,” Milo said, shaking his head. A comfortable silence settled between them as Berto’s yacht rock floated on the warm breeze. She cleared her throat.
“Thank you for saying that. I’m still absolutely ready to die, but it kind of helps.”
“The good news is you don’t have to dread it much longer,” Milo said, nodding toward the house. She twisted in her seat, her vantage point offering her a perfect view of Logan coming through the patio door, his hand wrapped around the golden skin of Sloane, the new girl in question. She was short with caramel skin and perfectly placed highlights.
Hanna couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had a haircut.
“Damn,” Hanna muttered. “I was hoping she face-tuned her Instagram photos.”
Milo coughed on his beer.
Sloane was hot and Hanna wasn't about to pretend otherwise. She also wasn't Hanna's enemy, as easy as it would have been to hate her.
No, the worst part about their breakup was that Logan hadn’t cheated on her. He did it all on the up and up, the fucking bastard. She could still hear his throat tightening around the words on the phone.
“I don’t know how to even say this, Hanna.”
She flopped back on their bed, her brunette curls fanning out as her brows furrowed. He’d called her every night since moving to New York, but he’d missed last night.
“I, uh, god?—”
“Just say it.”
“I think I met someone.”
Hanna bolted upright, the cotton bedspread bunching under her thigh.
“You think you met someone?”
“It’s going to sound so fucking dumb?—”
“It already sounds dumb!”
“Hanna, I am so, so sorry. I know it sounds crazy, and I hate that I’m even saying this, but you know me! I’m not the guy who cheats on his girlfriend on a whim. I would never do that to you. But I met someone at work yesterday, and I just… I don’t know. The feeling… it’s not nothing. And I couldn’t not say anything to you.”
Hanna fought for a breath as their bedroom—her bedroom—fell away, plunging her into a black void.
“I think we just… we’ve been together since we were kids, Hanna.”
“Here we go,” she sighed. She pinched the skin on her leg, needing to be sure it was really happening. “We were too young, we’ve changed, it’s not you, it’s me!”
“Don’t do that?—”
“Don’t do what? That’s what you’re about to say, isn’t it?”
Logan took a deep breath. She wondered which of his suits he was peeling off after his workday.
“I’m sorry.”
