Then I burst out laughing because it is.I’m pathetic.
“I’m sorry, guys.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Maggie tells me, while glaring at Riley.
“Hey, sometimes you need to tell your friend when she’s being a bit much.”
“I am, aren’t I?” I sigh.
“We still love you,” Maggie adds.
“And Jax does sound awesome, so we get it. Plus, losing good dick is a good reason to cry,” Riley jokes.
“I miss him.” I sigh. “I don’t even have the right to miss him because we’re practically strangers. People don’t fall for someone in a couple of days.”
“Some people do,” Maggie says gently.
“You think he’s as miserable?” I ask
“From everything you’ve told us. I think he is,” Riley says.
We sit in silence for a while, the movie playing in the background forgotten. Finally, Riley speaks up.
“Okay, new plan. Tomorrow, we’re going into town.”
I look at her like she’s crazy. “What? Why?”
“Because you’ve been in this cabin for a week and you’re driving yourself insane. We need food, we need supplies, and you need to see something other than these four walls.”
“I don’t want to go into town.” I groan.
“Too bad. We’re going.” Riley’s tone brooks no argument. “We’ll get dinner at a bar, walk around a little, maybe do some shopping. Normal human activities.”
“Fine.” I grizzle. “You’re right. We should go out.”
Day eight dawns cold and clear. The storm that trapped me with Jax is long gone, replaced by brilliant blue skies and sunshine that makes the snow sparkle.
“Come on,” Riley says, physically dragging me out of bed, where I have been festering away all day. “We’re doing this. Put on something cute.”
“Why does it need to be cute? We’re just going to a bar.”
“Because you need to remember you’re a catch. That you’re hot and desirable and men would be lucky to have you,” Riley states.
“I don’t want men to notice me.”
“I want men to notice me.” Riley smirks.
“Do it for yourself,” Maggie adds.
I sigh but comply, digging through my bag for jeans that fit and a sweater that isn’t covered in wine stains. I even put on makeup, just a little, but more than I’ve bothered with in weeks.
When I emerge from the bedroom, Riley wolf whistles. “There she is.”
I roll my eyes.
“You look great,” Maggie adds. “Now, let’s go before you change your mind.”
The drive into town takes twenty minutes. It’s a small mountain town, the kind with one main street lined with local shops and restaurants. Charming in that way small towns are.
