Have to? No. Should you? Yes.
ELI: Fine. I’ll order her forty-some fucking bouquets of flowers.
ELI: Oh, wait… that’s your move. My bad.
Go get laid so you’re less grumpy.
I dropped the phone and stared at Eva, who waited expectantly for me to give her the update. I shrugged.
“Well, it’s not arm veins, but for him, it’s height and smile,” I told her.
“Who the hell is he finding that’s taller than him?” she demanded ludicrously, her eyes widening comically and making me laugh.
“That’s what I said!” I exclaimed. “It’s that he likes them to be on the taller side.”
“Well, lucky for you, you’re tall,” she said and immediately shut her mouth. I understood the sentiment. Eva and I were in disagreement about my telling Elliot everything. She’d respect my decision to wait, but she didn’t agree with it. She felt it’d make things easier for me to just talk to him. She whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I replied. “I’ll tell him eventually. I just want a little more time to wrap my head around this before I have so many outside voices trying to help me.”
AndElliott would have a lot to say about the matter. That much I knew. He had a lot to say about everything. I wanted to be able to answer questions when he asked them, not be handed more questions.
Chapter 37
Eva
How do you feel about me hanging out with a criminal?
LOGAN: I need more context, please.
I think I made friends with the guy who punched out my date.
LOGAN: Rhett Carson?
That one.
LOGAN: I don’t think I could be upset with you making friends with someone willing to get arrested for you.
Okay.
LOGAN: Why do you ask?
Well, I met him again at the country bar and talked for a while.
I liked talking to him.
LOGAN: Just be safe. That’s all I worry about.
I have pepper spray now.
LOGAN: Please use sparingly. I don’t need to be bailing you out for the flippant use of pepper spray.
Is that a thing?
LOGAN: I imagine there’s some idiot out there who would try to have you arrested for assault if you did.
Men suck.
Most do anyway. Not you. I like you.