I nodded, my eyes welling again. My teeth were clenched tight until I could speak. “I know. I just need some time.”
When Evan came back, he sat down facing me and handed my phone to Nickie.
“What can I do, Nick?”
I smiled. “Help me move to San Diego?”
His big, goofy smile made me laugh. “Hell yeah, I can do that.”
CHAPTER32
PRESTON
“This might have beenthe dumbest idea you’ve ever had. No, I take that back. Itisthe dumbest idea you’ve ever had.”
Alejandro looked down at me, attempting to get comfortable on the tiny-ass love seat in his office. His arms were folded across his chest as he shook his head in… amusement? Or maybe it was frustration.
“What? When he comes to get his stuff, I’ll be here, ready to talk to him. He can’t miss me.”
My best friend let out a sigh. “I still think that was the dumbest text you could have ever sent him. He’s going to think you don’t want him.”
I knew him. “He knows I want him,” I replied, a little less confidently now that he’d pointed out my possible mistake.
Alejandro snatched my phone from my hand, then stuck his head out the door.
“Hey, Benjamin, come here a minute.”
I scrunched up my face. “Why do you call him that?” I hissed.
He looked at me. “Shut up, or I’m kicking you out.”
Ben sidled up to him with a sexy smile I didn’t want to know about. “Yeah, boss. What can I do to you?”
I covered my eyes just thinking about Alejandro’s rock and hard place.He was so fucked.
Alejandro chuckled, uncomfortably. “Funny. Tell me what you’d think if you got this text.”
“Okay,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Lay it on me.”
I groaned. They were so obvious.
“Listen to this. And I quote: ‘I left all your things from my place in Alejandro’s office. I think I got it all, but if I missed anything, let me know’.”
Ben winced. “Oh fuck. That’s cold, man. He’s gonna think it’s over.”
Alejandro tilted his head and looked at me. “You mean it doesn’t scream: ‘Hey.I’ll be waiting on you to come get your stuff even if it takes three days of sleeping on the sofa in my best friend’s office’?”
Ben laughed. “Uh, no. I don’t get that at all.”
I huffed out a big breath and threw my hands in the air. “I thought it would be romantic! He’d come in all sad, then find me waiting to scoop him into my arms and tell him that I’m sorry! That’s not romantic?”
I thought they were both wrong. I hoped they were, anyway.
“You look like a hobo with that long, scruffy beard. What if it’s another week before he comes back? Am I gonna have to look at your ugly ass for that long? I told him to take his time. ”
Oh fuck. “Then I’ll be right here waiting for him.” I patted the sofa that had been my bed for the last three nights.
“Oh, my fucking god! You’re an idiot. Why can’t you just call him or go meet him and tell him you’re sorry? Like a normal person would.”
