“At any point during the night, did you ever thinkmaybe this is a bad idea?”
“No. I don’t tend to think about things like that.”
“And that’s the problem, Jo. Sometimes, I just need you to be a little more self-aware. Maybe doing backflips off couches while you're drunk or getting in between two guys who are about to fight aren’t great ideas.”
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I’m not sure who exactly he thinks he is, but I don’t like his tone.
In order to try to end this conversation, I say, “Okay, I’m sorry. Maybe I should have thought about things a little bit more than I did.”
I take a step closer to him and run my finger along his collarbone. “How about I make it up to you?”
“Jo, not everything can be magically fixed with sex,” he says, moving my hand off of him.
It feels like he just metaphorically slapped me. I’ve never had anyone tell me no before. I’m not really sure how to react.
Should I yell some more? Should I cry?
No, I shouldn’t cry, but I feel like I’m about to, so there’s really only one thing to do.
“I have to go.”
Chapter forty-five
Typical Jo, Typical Beau
Beau
After getting almost no sleep last night, I am in the middle of a shitty day at work. Jo and I have fought before plenty of times, but there was something about this one that felt very different.
I considered going after her, but I think both of us were too mad for it to do any good.
Chances were, we would have just kept fighting and making things worse. I know Jo, and I know she would've dug in her heels.
I figure when I get off work today, I will go talk to her. I don't know. I have no idea what I'm going to say, so maybe it's not a good idea.
Typical Jo. Just walking away in the middle of a fight.
And typical Beau. Not going after her.
Fuck!
And to top it all off, the car I'm working on is being a stubborn pain in my ass. Just another thing to add to my awful mood.
In order not to be a complete dick to everyone, I try to keep to myself as much as possible. I manage to not say a word to anyone until Jack comes out to the bay and taps me on the shoulder to get my attention.
"You have a visitor," he says. "She's waiting for you in my office."
I figure it has to be Jo. Who else would it be? It's not like my mother is going to come visit me at work. Maybe Jo has come to talk to me first. Maybe she has a better idea of what to say than I do.
But when I open the door to Jack's office, it isn't Jo standing before me, It's Ronnie.
"I think you've got the wrong mechanic" I say. "I'll go get Drew."
“Hold it! I’m here to talk to you.”
“Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because my sister knocked on my door in the middle of the night and then proceeded to crawl into bed with me. I swear I haven’t had a girl in my bed this much since my time living in Italy.”
