A little, anyway. The darkness still lingers, but it isn’t as heavy.
Quinn holds his free hand out to me, the other is holding Ian’s. “Hey, Jordan. Good to see you.”
“Yeah, you too.”
“Dad said you bought our tickets?”
I nod.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
I shrug. “It’s family day, and you’re family.”
His smile is affectionate. He looks so much like Seth, it’s crazy. “Well, thank you.”
“Who’s this?” I ask, gesturing to the newcomers.
Declan straightens. “This is Holden and his friend Korie.”
Holden. That name sounds familiar.
“Holden is a climbing coach at our gym,” Seth explains.
Oh. Yes, now I remember.
I narrow my eyes at Declan.And they’re here why?
“We just bumped into them,” Declan explains. “They have tickets to the same movie.”
Yeah, sure. Declan has been pushing for me to date again just as much as Piper. And after Piper’s comment about how Holden and I might hit it off? It seems too coincidental that they’d “happen” to come to the same movie at the same time.
But whatever. I’ll just keep my distance.
“We should probably head in. I have our tickets on my phone. They just need to be scanned at the door.”
“Cool, yeah. Let’s go,” Seth says.
Declan falls into step beside me as we walk. “So, it sounds like Quinn and Ian are coming tomorrow.”
I frown. “What’s tomorrow?”
“Poetry Night?” he says, alarmed. “At work?”
I nearly trip over my feet. “That’stomorrow?”
Fuck. I haven’t prepared this month’s drink specials yet. They vary each month based on the theme of the night.
He frowns. “Did you forget?”
I look away, trying not to let yet another failure show. They’re seeping into the cracks lately, threatening to cause damage.
“If you need help with the menu—”
“I’ll get it,” I snap. “I’ll be fine.”
Fuck, why did this slip through my fingers? Just like ordering the damn tickets. I’d only remembered on the way out the door. Everything seems to slip by me lately.
And Poetry Night, of all things? No wonder Declan is looking at me like I lost my marbles.
