Page 48 of Love Unavoidable
“Well, why don’t you step it up at the baby shower. You know, slather on the charm, kill her with kindness, all that shit.”
“Think it’ll work?”
“Can’t hurt, right? I mean if it doesn’t work, you are no worse off than you are now.”
“True. Man, this relationship shit is exhausting.”
“It is. And it takes work every day. But the pay-off, brother, the pay-off is fucking huge and I guarantee, you find the right girl, you will not regret it.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Anytime. Okay, I gotta go. Kat’s naked hot-tubbing and I want in on that action.”
“Later.”
He hangs up without another word. I let out a deep breath. The sun has since gone down, so I take off my helmet and hang it on the handlebars. I can see them more clearly now that I’ve done so. I pull out my phone again so I can pretend to be doing something while I sit here. The last thing I need is to draw attention to myself by having a cop or someone cruise by to see what I’m doing loitering about in this parking space.
I take a moment to chastise myself once again for doing this. Because it’s ridiculous and nuts. I don’t even know what I hope to accomplish.
Make sure she’s safe?
Sure, go with that, Ethan.
Make sure she’s having fun?
Probably not.
Make sure she is safe but not having so much fun that she’ll forget about me?
Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
Which is such a waste of time. I could be getting laid right now. There is no one in my house. It would be just like old times, or a week ago, when I could nail a chick on any surface of my house with no worries.
I have a list of girls I haven’t pissed off so much that they wouldn’t sleep with me again. Hell, I could go pick someone up at a bar down the street right now.
And enjoy another night of meaningless conversation and sex?
Yes!
Why does that not hold the appeal that it once did? This sucks. And it’s all Sadie’s fault. I should go interrupt her stupid date right now and give her a piece of my mind. I move to get off my bike, then realize the stupidity of that idea. What is wrong with me? This chick is driving me insane.
Fuck this.
I pull up my contact list and scroll down until I find the number that I’m looking for and press the call button.
“Well, if it isn’t Ethan Stone,” she answers.
“Hey, Bree, how you doin’?” I ask.
“I’m good. Surprised to hear from you. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I’m in the area, wondering if you’d like to grab a drink.”
“Uh, sure, I can do that. When?”
“Now.”
“Wow, okay, no messing around. Where?”
