The grown-up Diego had too.Not gonna lie.But I buried it in sex, in spite of how he’d just read me for filth in our previous conversation about that very thing.And then realized how much it all affected me when I damn near went off on him about not texting his ex back.
The last few weeks had established that there was something worth exploring between me and Taran.Something beyond nostalgia and pure chemistry.But I couldn’t trust my own instinct, considering said nostalgia and chemistry.I needed an outside view, one that knew the whole story.
On my way home from work, I texted Toni to make sure she was still up.Two seconds later, she lit up my phone.
“Hey,” I said.
“Oh my god, are we doing birthday planning?”she asked.
“It’s like three months away,” I reminded her.
“Two and three-fourths.”
“Sure, sure.What’s going on with you, girl?”
“You said you had shit to ask me about.”
I rolled my eyes.
Somehow, she knew.“Don’t roll your eyes at me, bitch.”
“Fine.I need an opinion,” I admitted.
“On?”
“A situation.”
“Like, a family situation?A work situation?A boy situation?”
“Boy.One boy in particular.”
“Tell me you did not go back to that dirty old man.You want someone to spank your ass, you can—”
“Not Drake.”
“Oooh, a new guy!Spill.”
“Not new.Exactly.”Deep breath.“So, I ran into Taran at Kelly’s wedding.”
She was quiet for so long, I actually checked the phone to see if it’d dropped the call.
It had not.After ten seconds of dead air, she finally said, “Kovacs?”
“Have you ever met another Taran?”
“I assumed I had and forgot, because there’s no fucking way you’re hooking up with Taran fucking Kovacs again.”
I winced.“It’s different this time.”
“Uh-huh.Sure.”
“Toni, I’m serious.He was really, really sweet at the wedding.And hot.He got hotter.”
“He was always hot—that was the problem.Couldn’t pry you off him for shit.”
“I need you to be serious.”
“I needyouto be serious.”
