“You’re trying to get me to stay,” I replied. “That’s what the apartment was all about.”
“Nothing wrong with taking a helping hand. Admit it, you’re thinking about staying.”
“I am,” I said slowly.
“Does Brooks have anything to do with that?”
“Who in their right mind would decide to move across the country for a man they just met?”
“Who indeed,” Muddy murmured with a smile. “Connor’s father came into the diner where I worked; his truck hadbroken down. He stayed with me that night and in the morning, he was packing my stuff up and putting it into his truck. Married him two weeks later.”
“Dang.”
“When you know what you want, there’s no reason to say no.”
I tapped the rim of my cup as I pondered her words.
“My life is up in the air,” I murmured. “I don’t have a job or a plan. I can’t just . . .”
“Youcanjust, well, anything. You quit your job. The Poet of a few months ago didn’t have the balls to do that.”
“I’m metamorphosizing,” I quipped.
“Yes.”
I sighed. “I feel more like a moth than a butterfly.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Apartment
Me
There’s a boy sleeping in my bed.
Wyn
again?
Me
Yes
Wyn
im guessing you’re not in bed next to him otherwise you wouldn’t be texting me.
Me
that would be correct.
Wyn
I thought you were determined to spendthe night alone.
Me
I was. But then he changed my locks and by the time he was finished, we were hungry. So we ate and then I asked if he wanted to stay the night.
