My favorite song fromThe Greatest Showmancomes on and I hum along, measuring the flour into a mixing bowl.
So who cares if Preston got engaged? We haven’t been together for a year and a half. And like I told Bennett last night — it wasn’t exactly a love match from the start. More like an arranged marriage that didn’t happen. Plus, I’ve had plenty of time to get over him, move on with my life.
Still, the news stung. Hearing he moved on, is taking the next steps.
Romantically I don’t care. Emotionally, though? The wound still aches.
I couldn’t close.
The asshole strung me along for three years. Then a new woman waltzes in and locks it down in less than half the time.
Which is maybe the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
I freeze, gripping the edge of the island. I can’t keep thinking like this.
Sure, Bennett looked great in a tux. He was surprisingly well-mannered and a really great dancer.
But that’s all.
There’s nothing between us. There can’t be.
I’m not a puck bunny. Another groupie.
I run a hedge fund out of New York City. He plays professional hockey down in Florida.
We’re nothing alike.
And maybe that’s a good thing.
Swirling the dark wine in my glass, I take a long sip and stare out the window into the dark.
Nothing about the two of us together makes sense.
And we’re most definitelynottogether.
He’s not my type.
And I’m sure I’m not his.
Still. The way he looked at me last night, those ocean blue eyes dark. How he stalled at my door, teasing me.
Like he wanted more.
I can’t go there.
My phone vibrates on the counter, dancing on the shiny surface. Wiping my hands on a dishtowel, I tap the glass.
Bennett: You didn’t ask about my shrink session
I smile down at the screen, my chest loosening.
Tori: I checked in with Leighton. She told me you showed
Bennett: And here I thought you were dodging your warden duties
Tori: Never
Bennett: Knew it. So I get a gold star for compliance
