Page 46 of Until Tomorrow
Those words stuck with me as I left. I paused outside to take a deep breath and let the night air fill my lungs as the relief of figuring out a therapist settled in. It was linear progress—something I could easily tick off a checklist. I liked trackable progress, especially because I knew the rest of this would get messy.Ridiculously messy.
“It’s okay,” I whispered to no one in particular. Maybe it wasn’t okay at that particular moment, but I had to believe that it would be.
Chapter 28
Logan
Iwasthekingof small talk, and that was a real problem.
Jake.
Mattias.
Barrett.
Matt.
Owen.
Tom.
Riley.
Shit, I lost count. There were so many.And they were all so boring.It was so hard to keep a conversation going with them.
Or was I the boring one? I couldn’t tell.
In the weeks since we got back together, our life has been… simpler. We fell into a comfortable routine of work, therapy, and evenings together. I put aside time daily to go throughTumbleand try to figure out this dating thing. The fact that communication couldn’t be initiated without two people liking each other’s profiles was a plus. But it also meant I had to sit there and swipe through profile after profile.
Which drove me up a goddamn wall. I didn’t know what I was looking for. I didn’t know what I wanted. How was I supposed to figure out if I wanted to date someone based on some words on an app? It was so damn easy to lie on them, making trust hard.
WasJake really a stay-at-home dad with one kid? Or did he have seven kids with six different women and hated all of them?
Was Mattias really thirty-four? Or was he pushing fifty like he looked?
Did Barrett go to college? Or was he just saying he did?
The questions were endless, and my trust was not limitless. How was I supposed to get to know and connect with anyone when these men were just… names on an app? It was frustrating. I was frustrated. It felt like I couldn’t make any progress this way.
“Why,” Eva raged as she flung open the bedroom door and came storming out, “does your kind think it’s okay to send unwanted dick pictures whenever you fucking want?”
I faltered, my coffee mug halfway to my mouth, and my chest tightening. My kind?Never in my life had I sent her dick pictures.I wasn’t sure I wanted to be lumped in with that crowd.
Also, who the hell was sending my wife unsolicited dick pictures? That warranted addressing.
Clearing my throat, I set down my mug and braced against the island as I considered her outrage.
“Theoretically, you could inform them that your husband is a lawyer and more than happy to have them arrested for sexual harassment,” I said. “Cyber flashing is becoming a real thing that law enforcement is trying to navigate where they can. California has a law in place for just that, allowing up to $30,000 in civil damages. And considering that the app requires registration, it wouldn’t be too difficult for me to track down actual identities to have them arrested. I have no problem making a case for it here.”
Yeah, I wasn’t messing around where my wife was concerned.I was surprisingly comfortable with her wanting to date and meet people, but there was no way in hell I’d let anyone make her uncomfortable. God help the man who tried to hurt her.
“Oh.” That little piece of information made her smile, and I found it easier to breathe. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Anytime. Want to talk about it?” I asked. She let out an angry huff as she stomped around the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal. I remained silent, simply pulling out a chair for her when she came close.
“Men suck,” she muttered.
“I’d apologize on behalf of men everywhere, but some of them don’t deserve your forgiveness,” I replied. Under my breath, I added, “Probably most of them.”
