“Cas, have you given any more thought to taking the position permanently?” Claire asks behind me.
I falter in the doorway.
“Can’t do it,” he says, matter of fact. As though there’s nothing to consider. As though what happened last night was as fake as the rest of our relationship.
“I didn’t drive,” I say.
“Hang on. I’ll take you,” Claire says. “I have to go to the post office anyway.”
“Okay.” Why would he not even consider staying? Not that I should care. What he does or where he goes is really none of my concern. Unless he wants it to be.
This is why I’m not interested in falling hard. Or having some crazy romance with the highest peaks and lowest valleys. I don’t want to feel like this, but worse, so much worse. I just want to be happy with my perfect man. That’s why I’ve put so much effort into catching my Mister Right. I’m not going to throw it all away now over a man who has no intention of sticking around. Especially since he probably isn’t right for me at all.