The only messages I’ve gotten since are from my lawyer. Nothing new on that front, which doesn’t do anything to improve my mood.
Because I keep picturing Jasper as he left.
God, I wish I could get the look on his face out of my mind.
Maybe if we didn’t meet so suddenly I could have come up with a plan to tell him I knew who he was.
“Dolly, I really stepped in it.”
She purrs against my leg, curling up next to me.
It’s a dreary day, rain pattering against the skylights in my bedroom. I don’t have the energy to get up. Thank God for the automatic feeder for Dolly, or she’d be mad at me too.
Glancing at my phone, I realize it’s still early. Hoping my friend is awake, I tap her phone number and wait for her to answer.
“Why are you calling me so early? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but I need my friend.”
“Okay, when you say it like that, I’m worried,” Claire whispers.
“Can I tell you something and you not yell at me?”
“Why would I yell at you?” she asks. I can hear the confusion in her voice.
“Because I didn’t tell you something and I don’t want you to get mad at me. Someone is already mad and I don’t know if I can take anyone else being mad at me right now.”
“I won’t yell.”
“Promise?” I ask.
“Promise,” Claire confirms.
“I met someone.”
“You met someone?” she shrieks over the phone. Based on the groan that filters through the phone, she’s in bed still.
“Yes. On a dating app.”
“You met someone on a dating app?”
“Not just anyone. Jasper Hayes.”
“Why does that name sound familiar?”
“He’s the hockey player we met when I did?—”
“You met Jasper Hayes on a dating app?!” I hold the phone away, her voice increasing by at least five decibels. “I’m not yellingatyou. But you met him? The guy I said you should totally get his number?”
“One and the same.” I wince.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was scared.”
“Scared I’d be mad? Hang on.” I wait a beat before my phone buzzes in my ear. She’s video calling me.
“Why in the world are you video chatting with me so early?”
