Page 113 of Come Apart
"Why don't you meet her," I say.
"I'm going home."
I move towards her. "Stay. We can look for a new place online, see what's out there. If you think you could live somewhere else. Hell, we can visit real estate listings."
"So in six months I'll be the ex-girlfriend who won't let go of her half of your house?" That stings. Enough that I can't answer before she continues. "Lookâmaybe it is a good idea to sell the house to her. It's just one more thing tying you to her." She leans against the counter, hunching her shoulders. "I have a callback Monday. I need to prepare."
"I'm not letting you leave until you eat something."
She turns the coffee maker on. "Fine."
"You'll feel better if you meet Samantha."
Her eyes find mine. "I doubt that very much."
"So do it because you want to fuck me."
She stifles a laugh. "You play that card too often."
"I know." I lean against the counter next to her.
She looks up at me. Her eyes are full of need. "Fine. But I'd like the court record to reflect my official rejection."
"It's reflected."
