There was every chance he wouldn't even beinterested. He was the one who walked away.
Which meant that Flynn really would have to talk to him, even if it was to apologize. He owed Zach that much.
“You want my advice?” Callie asked.
“Always,” Flynn said. Callie’s advice was one of the few things he always felt he could rely on.
“Okay, so, I think you should go for it. Zach’s cute, he’s already married to you, and he seems like agreatplace to start if you’re gonna experiment with guys. He’s nice and safe and unlikely to turn out to be a nutjob later.”
Flynn peered down into the dregs of his hot chocolate, considering that. “Aiden saw him first, though,” he said, and even as the words were forming in his mouth he couldn’t help wondering what the hell was wrong with him that he was trying to sabotage himself.
Aiden wasn’t evenhereand he was still managing to make Flynn miserable.
“He had his chance,” Callie said. “Hehadhis chance, and he screwed it up, and you don’t need to let him take anything else away from you. Zach’s a grownup, he can make his own decisions. You shouldtalkto him, at least, instead of telling yourself he’s going to reject you.”
Why did Callie have to be so goddamn sensible?
Flynn smiled wryly. This was why he loved her, and why she made so much difference to his life. He couldn’t really be mad about that.
Besides, she wasright. She was cutting through all the bullshit excuses she knew he’d make and tossing them aside.
Really, Flynn was just scared of being rejected. Of maybe losing a friend who he’d come to enjoy the company of.
But he’d already gone andmadea first move, so he couldn’t just leave things as they were.
“So what you're saying is, I need to put on my big boy pants andtalkto Zach,” Flynn said.
He knew that was what he had to do, of course. He’d known that before Callie came over.
She was here to give him the kick in the ass he needed todoit.
“I wouldn’t have used exactly those words,” she said. “But yeah, that’s about the size of it.”
Flynn sighed. “All right. I’ll text him. But I need you to sit there and hold my hand while I do it,” he said.
Callie reached across the table and took Flynn’s hand. He hadn’t meant itliterally, but now that he had her hand he wasn’t about to let go of it.
“Thanks,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Wish me luck?”
“God, you really want everything, huh?” she joked. “Good luck. You deserve nice things.”
Flynn smiled wryly and pulled up a new message to Zach. He could do this.
