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“Ugh,” I groan. “You’re right. Go enjoy the rest of your quiet time. I’ll see you in a few days.”
“See you soon, Cals.” Wyla blows me a kiss before hanging up.
Laying my phone face down on the table, I try to fully process what Wyla said. I mean, she is right. I’ve been hiding out in my apartment for a month essentially moping over Will. Maybe I should just get back to work and answers will come to me later.
And by later I mean in the next fifteen minutes because I can’t get Wyla’s speech out of my head. Am I over Will? Most definitely not. But what am I supposed to do? Even if I did tell him my feelings, I can’t say he’d return them with the same confidence Wyla did. And then what? We’re not going to be able to date, so I’m just supposed to put my heart on my sleeve and say, “Oh, but don’t worry, we can’t date anyway.”
Sighing, I push through another hour of work…kind of. Somehow, I ended up on a website for Boston’s top wine bars. Was going out alone my safest move? Probably not, but Wyla’s right—I’m rotting in here. Maybe a night branching out will be good for me.
Chapter 20
Will
Throwing on a black Henley and some jeans, I curse Adam for forcing me into tonight's outing. He made it clear that this team bar crawl to kick off the season was nonnegotiable. And the best part of it? Since I don’t drink, I’m one of the appointed designated drivers.
I’m tired of driving. If I’m not at the training facility, I’m driving back and forth from my sisters’, trying to help them get situated after not one, but two water pipes burst in their apartment. Their landlord wanted to be a real dick about it and claim that the damage didn’t fall under their contract as something he has to fix. Which is complete bullshit, and since I’m the one paying for the place, I’ve been up there trying to get it sorted out. It’s been a fucking week and I hate that I haven’t been able to see Callie at all. The one bright side is that it’s a team outing so Callie should be coming and I’ve been clinging to that hope all fucking week.
Waiting in my living room I pull out my phone to check the time and see I’ve been added back to the dreaded group chat with my sisters.
Lucie has added Will to the chat: When Will met Callie.
Lucie
What are you doing tonight?
I’m going out. Do you need something?
Reagan
Nope, can’t we just check in?
Is Callie going?
I don’t know. Maybe.
Lucie
What’s the plan? Are you dressed nice? Girls always appreciate a guy who can dress.
I put on clothes.
Reagan
See, this is why I’m dating a woman.
Lucie
Are you this glowing of a conversationalist with Callie? This might be your problem.
Ugh, fucking sisters. A knock comes to my door and I shove my phone in my pocket. Opening it I hope to find a fiery Callie, but unfortunately Adam’s alone.
“Hey, you ready to go?” he asks.
Not exactly. We’re missing someone.
“Yeah, yeah. Ready to babysit.” I grab my keys off the hook and step out into the hallway.
“I knocked on Callie’s door for her to hurry up, but she’s still not out yet.” Adam walks back over to her place, and I’m fucking relieved.
