I suppose I could have let him explain this to me last year before I ran off, but I didn't because everything felt out of place or like everything was in the wrong places. “I shouldn't have closed you out before giving you an opportunity to explain," I tell him.
“You know what?" he says.
“It wasn't the right time," I finish his thought because it was in the book and I know that's what he would say because he doesn't seem angry or upset. He has a look in his eyes that match the feeling in my chest.
“It was the right time to meet the girl of my dreams, but it wasn't the right time to invite her into my milk truck," he says, laughing. “Speaking of which, what happened with Layla? She was mad when I quit the next day, but I never heard from her again, which sucked since I was trying to find you through her."
I sweep my hair behind my ear and take a minute to find the right words, so I don't sound like the bitch he may have seen me as for the last year. “I needed some space from Layla, so I moved home to my dad's and took a much needed break from the downtown city life. We still talk a lot, but she's with some guy now, and they're already talking about marriage. Things worked out for the best in that situation."
“I agree. That seemed like an odd friendship."
“It was, but it was a lesson, right?"
Wesley finishes his drink and places the glass back down on the bar, preparing to stand up from his seat. “I already paid my tab. So …"
“Oh, yeah, got it. You're heading home. My friend is over there, anyway, so …"
“Tell me something, Maddy, what's the best thing that could happen to you tonight?"
I don't have to think of my response, but I love that he asked me about the best and not the worst like I had been so accustomed to for years. “It already happened," I tell him, without caring what he follows up with or what will happen next. I wanted to say it because it's what I feel in my heart.
“Excuse me, bartender?" The man seated next to Wesley shouts across the bar. “Could you bring me a cold glass of milk when you have a second?"
I open my mouth, but Wesley puts his fingers over my lips. “Don't you dare," he says with a smirk.
“I was just going to say …thatwas the best thing that could have happened."
