Ten?
Yes, you old hag.
Dust of your granny panties and let’s go!
Fine.
I looked at the clock. I had just over four hours to kill.
There was a knock on my door.
Had Lizzy really come all the way over here to make sure I was going out, and the call was just to warm me up in case I said no? I laughed, opening the door. “You couldn’t wait-”
Dick.
“What are you doing here?” My face fell.
“I want to talk to you.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s nothing that needs to be said between us.”
He looked over my shoulder, like he was looking for someone. For Callum.
“What do you want?” I sighed.
“I broke up with Wendy.”
“Do you expect me to care?”
“I broke up with her for you.” His voice got louder.
“Sucks for you, because this is never happening again.” I pointed between us.
“Come on Ev. We were good together.”
I nodded, my lips flattening into a hard line, lowering my voice to a thoughtful tone. “We were so good, weren’t we?”
He nodded.
“So good that you were sleeping with at least three other girls while we were together. It wasn’t that I wasn’t putting out. Because damn.”
“It wasn’t you. It was me. It is me. I have a problem.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Stop. Will you let me in so we can talk?”
“No way in hell.”
“You looked so good on Valentine's. God. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”
“I know I looked good. My date thought so too.”
“Your date? So you aren’t serious?”
Shit.
“It’s none of your concern what we are or aren’t. You need to leave.”
