“Unfortunately?!”
“I’m trying to take a break from men!” I counter.
A group of sorority girls walk by right as I say that, and I realize Imay havespoken just a little too loudly.
“Amen to that, sister,” one says. “High-five.”
I slap her hand, and walk further down the block, where—hopefully—I can find some actual privacy.
“Did someone just say ‘Amen to that?’” Avery asks.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Okay, let’s not get distracted. I need the TEA!”
I suck in a big breath. “Unfortunately, he…also happens to be my roommate now. Remember how my brother wanted me to house a minor league baseball from Davenport’s team?”
“Yeah…?”
“Yeah. He’s staying at my place.”
A beat hangs in the air.
“I’m sorry—what?”
“He’s my home stay as a minor league player. You know, sometimes they just stay in random homes? Jackson set it up. It’s temporary.”
“Oh. My. God.”
“And we—” I pause. “We kind of hooked up again.”
Avery makes a noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and acalled it.
“I tried not to,” I add quickly. “Like, I really did. Since this was supposed to be the year of healing, and no men. But—it just…happened.”
“Cass.”
“I know.”
“No, listen to me,” she says. “How do you feel about it?”
That stops me.
I pace back toward the shop and look through the window, watching the café—June laughing, customers packed in, everything buzzing.
“I don’t know,” I say finally. “That’s kind of the problem.”
“Well, Cass, just do me one favor.”
“What’s that?”
“Enjoy it.”
“I’m trying to.”
“So what’s the issue?”
“It seems…too good to be true. And he’s a player, Avery.”
