I spun my phone in my hands like the damn fidget toys that you find in all the stores. It was after one on Monday, and Molly had yet to text me back after I texted her this morning. I didn't know what that meant, but I doubted it was a good thing. My immediate thought was she changed her mind, and this was her way of blowing me off.
I should be glad. Just the thought of a relationship would usually have me breaking out in a sweat, but for some reason, that wasn't the case this time.
It was a mindfuck for sure.
"Is there a reason you're staring at your phone like you hope the thing will burst into flames and burn the world down?" I turned at the sound of Rhett's deep timbre.
"I texted Molly this morning, and she hasn't responded back. I'm trying to figure out what that means."
I went back to staring at the electronic piece of equipment like it was the cure to world hunger.
"Probably that she's busy with work. What time did you text her?"
I gave him a side eye. "Before I started my workout."
Rhett had the nerve to whistle. "That's kinda early in the morning. It could be that she's pissed you woke her up."
"You think?" I never thought about it that way. Sometimes I forget that not everyone starts their day before the sun rises. I'm an early riser. Have been my whole life. I like knowing I can get shit done before the rest of the world opens their eyes.
"I mean there's a good chance. I know for a fact Elle would kick my ass if I woke her up before she was ready. The fact that she allows Savannah to rule her schedule is a miracle in itself."
"I'm sure you could make her a morning person if you really tried." I gave him a devilish smile.
Rhett's fist flies through the air and tags my arm before I get the chance to dodge it. "What the hell was that for?"
"Don't talk about my wife like that. How would you feel if one of the guys said something like that about Molly?"
Red-hot fury settled in my gut like I've never experienced before. The urge to knock my friend on his ass was strong.
"Exactly," Rhett gloated. "Doesn't make you happy, does it?"
"Fuck you very much." I gave him a double-finger salute and shook my head when he merely laughed at me. "Back to my original problem. What should I do now? Text her again at a reasonable time after work or wait until she texts me back?"
The fact that I was even asking my friend for advice was a whole new low for me. I didn't need help when it came to women. If there was one thing I knew better than most, it was how a woman operated. I liked to think it was because I'd done an extensive amount of research on them. Spending adequate time with a wide variety. Others called it being a manwhore but really that was just their opinion.
"You know we sound like a bunch of prepubescence boys talking to girls for the first time, right?"
With a groan, I dropped my chin to my chest. "Yes, I know that's what it sounds like but fuck! I've never been in this situation before. I've never had a problem talking to women in my life. It's as natural to me as breathing, so why now?"
Rhett had the audacity to chuckle. "Probably has something to do with the fact that you drunkenly married this one. For the first time in your life, you're not able to kick her to the side and move on with your life. Unless you've decided to go the annulment route, then that's exactly what you can do."
My head shot up, and I glared at my friend. "You do realize I would still have to see her at functions. She's Elle's best friend not some random woman I met in a bar."
All humor drained from my friend’s face. "Oh I know exactly who she is. Why do you think I was so pissed when I found out. You think I don't know things are about to be weird? I haven't stopped thinking about it since I found out about your little fuckup."
"It's not a fuckup," I growled. "We've already decided to give this a shot."
"And yet you screwed it up on the first day, and now she doesn't want to respond to you."
Gah! Why did Rhett have to be right? "I need to figure out what I did so I can fix it."
"Why don't you try apologizing for texting her so early and see what she says?"
It was like a lightbulb went off in my head. I snapped my fingers and pointed at Rhett. "Why the hell didn't I think of that?"
Rhett rolled his eyes. "I don't know. It probably has something to do with the fact that you're acting like a little bitch."
Again I shot my middle finger up at him. "Why the hell are we friends?"
