“Vegas should have a twenty-four-hour maximum.”
Milo laughed, took his coffee from the server, and ordered a Bloody Mary.
“Oh god, how can you drink this morning?”
“Hanna, don’t take this personally. I was drunk last night, but you were obliterated. I thought you sobered up by the time we left the tattoo shop, but you were practically asleep when I dropped you off.”
“How bad was I?”
He sighed. “Not the worst I’ve ever seen. Definitely surprised me when you were already out and about this morning.”
“Ugh, I know. I need to sleep, but I’m an early riser. Always have been, my mom used to call me her own personal rooster.” Milo arched a brow and she glared. “Do I want to know?”
“Just picturing you screaming cock-a-doodle-doo.”
“I hate you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he muttered, reaching for a slice of her toast. He shoved it into her mouth. “Soak it up, hotshot.”
“I love when you talk dirty to me,” she laughed.
He leaned back, taking her in.
“So, you and Logan seemed to get along better last night.”
Ah, a portion of last night screamed back to her. She could still taste the vodka on the stranger at the club.
“He was on what I would consider to be his best behavior, I suppose.”
He nodded. “That’s good.”
“It’s fine. Neutral,” she offered, hesitant to call anything about Logan good after one night without incident.
“Can I ask what happened there? I feel like I only have Matty’s version, which was essentially ‘They broke up. It bad’,” he said, giving his best caveman imitation.
Hanna chuckled, the bones of it amusing to her.
“Oh, sure. Uh, Logan got a job with a big FinTech start-up in New York, which obviously I wanted him to take if it made him happy.” She took a moment to drink some coffee. She really hadn’t ever admitted how everything went down to anyone. Not even Sara.
“So he moved, and we decided to do long distance while he got settled. I was just starting a new job back in Phoenix and didn’t want to try and make a cross-country move work with two new jobs. I think he met Sloane a month later. They worked in the same building and, from what he told me, it was love at first sight or whatever.”
“Interesting,” Milo mumbled.
“Yeah. I mean, I respect him for being honest right away. He was really torn up about it. I know it wasn’t easy.”
“Still, it’s a little brutal.”
“Oh, it was. I’m being very brave about it right now, but that shit happens. You can’t predict it.”
Milo stayed quiet for a second, piecing together all the timelines.
“And then your mom on top of it all.”
“Yeah. Not my best year.”
She finished her coffee and moved to the water, pushing the last third of her omelet onto his plate. Her stomach finally settled.
“How sick do you get of people telling you that you’re so resilient?”
