“No—for like—ruining threesomes for me.”
He puts a hand on his chest. “Oh,Idid that?”
“You know you did.”
“To be fair, what you’re describing is pretty much the opposite of what I did. I was an asshole.”
“Well, yeah, but how is it any different?”
“Because I didn’t give a shit about who else was there as long as he had a good dick and a decent set of abs. I didn’t want to like—start a relationship.”
“No, you were more interested in ending one.”
“Ouch.”
“Am I wrong?” I ask.
“Probably not. But it’s still my longest relationship. And my best.”
“Because I’m a good boyfriend,” I say.
“You were a great boyfriend.”
There’s an awkward silence where I’m trying to decide how to respond to that when he asks, “So why didn’t you read the email?”
“Ugh.” I drop my head. “I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Scared he’ll be mean. Scared he’ll be nice.”
“So, you’re scared of how it’s gonna make you feel.”
“Obviously,” I say.
“Because you have feelings for him.”
I inhale deeply and sigh. “I thought for sure I’d be over it by now.”
“He seems like a catch.”
“Oh, he’s a catch. He’s a lot of things.”
“But you liked your roommate better?” Hunter asks.
“Deacon was more like—relationship material. I mean it felt like that before we all got involved. Might have been a misread on my part. Isaac always felt like he was passing the time with me while he waited for the right person to come along.”
“Evan…why would you think that?”
“Because he’s a CEO and I’m like—” I gesture at myself.
“The COO of an international shipping company?” Hunter helpfully fills in the blank.
“I was his secretary.”
“He didn’t treat you like that.”
I take another sip of my drink. “I know.”
