Page 42 of Real Good Man


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“So, did it have anything to do with him?

I shuffled around the yogurt, taking my sweet time to delay the inevitable response. “Um… what?”

“The flushed look on your face. The reason you’re burying your head in the fridge. Is it because of him?”

I spun around and glared at him. “Why would I hide from anyone?”

“Because—”

“Have I ever hidden from anyone?” Going on the offensive was the only strategy I could employ right now.

“No, you don’t, but you do?—”

“It’s ridiculous to think that I would hide in a fridge. I was looking for something to eat.”

“You don’t have anything in your hands.”

“Because you started accusing me of hiding!”

“Fine, then get something to eat.”

“Fine, I will,” I snapped, turning back around to the fridge. Digging through it, I found a yogurt, hoping I could stomach it when my insides were flip-flopping like a gymnastics tournament was being held inside my body.

If I couldn’t eat this damn yogurt, I’d never live this down. I needed another distraction, something that would put him on edge just as much as me.

“Don’t you think it’s time you moved on from Pearl?”

His eyes narrowed. “That’s low, Josie.”

I peeled back the lid, tossing it away to buy myself a few more seconds. As I sauntered around the room, I stirred my yogurt thoughtfully.

“I just mean that maybe it’s time for you to take a trip and get away. Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet someone.”

His left eye twitched with indecision. Good, I had him thinking about something other than what just happened with me.

“Well, I mean, I don’t know where I would go.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something. Somewhere you can escape. Where nobody knows you.”

“If you tell me to go to the Cheers bar, I’m outta here.”

“I’m just saying that you’re missing the whole point of being single. And this is the perfect time because we’re supposed to have that snowstorm coming in. They’re calling for a massive amount of snow, and you could escape it all.”

“That’s true?—”

“Ooh, you could go visit Grandma and Grandpa!”

“Because I would meet a lot of hot women over there?” he deadpanned.

“No, but you could stay with them for a night on the way to wherever you’re going.”

“You just want me to go so they don’t summon you.”

“Well, that may have something to do with it, but it would kill two birds with one stone.”

He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, thinking it over. Meanwhile, I was still stirring my yogurt, trying desperately to get out of answering any more of his questions.

“Well, you may have a point.”