“Why do you think you’d ruin it?” She asks.
“Because I know myself. I have an extreme knack for ruining things either by doing something stupid, picking the wrong person entirely, or running away when I get scared.”
“Okay, now hear me out. What if youdon’tdo any of those things?”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“Why isn’t it? Answer me this–do you care about Beau?”
“Yeah. And coming back here reminds me just how much.”
“Do you love him?”
My eyes fall to my lap. I do think there’s part of me that loves Beau. The trouble is that I’m not sure I’ve ever really been in love before, so I have nothing to compare it to.
My sister senses my hesitation and changes course. “Okay, here’s what I think. I think that you’ve had a really bad track record with assholes. Beau is one of the good ones. Maybe you should give him a chance. He’d be good for you. All of that being said, I think you two need to have a real conversation. You need to get everything out in the open.Everything.I know you have never wanted to discuss why you left town, but I think it’s time you tell Beau. He deserves the truth, whatever it may be.”
I nod because I know she’s right. Even though it’s not a conversation Iwantto have, it’s one I need to.
She adds, “And if you do decide to give the Beau thing a chance, you need to go into it differently than you have before because he’s not like those assholes.”
“Ronnie, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“I know. But you’ll be fine. I had no idea what I was doing when I got with Drew, but somehow, it worked out.”
We both go silent for a moment, and I decide to lighten the mood.
Looking down at her chest where her boobs are threatening to bust out again.
“Are those things heavy to carry around?” I joke.
She looks down. “You have no idea.”
Chapter thirty
Where's the Dog?
Beau
My nerves are a jumbled mess as I wait for Jo to show up. After our encounter last night, we decided to get together and talk. I invited her over for dinner because I thought that would be the easiest. I’m not sure if it was a good idea. Only time will tell.
All day, I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to say, but I have no idea.
Last night was incredible–probably the best night of my whole fucking life. But I’m not sure if she feels the same way. Does she even want this to go further? After all, it’s Jo. I’ve never seen her be trulyseriouswith anyone.
And even if she does want more, do I? Am I ready to let go of everything that happened?
I have zero answers, but I’m hoping to get some tonight. Let’s just hope that I don’t throw up between now and then.
After the house is straightened and dinner is almost done, there’s a soft knock on the door. It's so quiet that I barely hear it.
When I open it, I see Jo standing there, gnawing on her fingernails.
“Hi,” she greets as she nervously shifts her weight from one foot to the other.
“Hey.” We stare awkwardly for a moment before I add, “Come on in.”
I step out of the way, so she can step inside.
