Page 91 of Until Tomorrow
At least I was smart enough to know that I didn’t stand a chance with him. I wasn’t over here trying to make something where there wasn’t. I just couldn’t seem to work through my one-sided feelings for the man. It probably didn’t help that we talked every day and saw each other a few times a week.
“You ever play truth or dare as a kid?”
“What?” I glanced over to find him staring at me.
“Truth or dare. You know the game where you—”
“I know what the game is. Why are you asking?”
“Pick one,” he said.“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I replied without thinking.
“I need you to pick dare,” Rhett told me. I fucking grinned.This asshole.
“I don’t want to pick dare!”
“Pick dare, you fucker.”
“Fine! I pick dare, Rhett whatever-your-last-name-is!” I exclaimed dramatically. “I pick dare! Do you worst.”
“I dare you to go on a date.”
“Fuck no,” I snapped. I couldn’t get my answer out quickly enough. “I’m not going out on a date.”
“You’ve been pining over the same man since you were a kid,” he continued as if he didn’t hear me. “I’ve been stuck on my wife since before I could drink. It’s officially time for the two of us to get out of our own fucking way, don’t you think?”
“Nah, I’m good here.” I was far from good, but he didn’t need to know that. Unfortunately for me, the expression on his stupidly handsome face told me that he didn’t believe a single word coming out of my mouth. “Okay,fine.I’m not that good, but I don’t like dating.”
“No one likes dating when it’s not with the right person,” Rhett pointed out. “But to find the right person—”
“Fish in the sea… blah, blah, blah… cast my net far and wide. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it,” I interrupted. “I have to date a lot of fucking morons to find the right one.”
“You never know, the first one could be the right one,” he countered. “But you’ll never know if you don’t stop fucking people and start dating them.”
“I don’t like it. It sounds awful.” I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. I knew he was right. That was my biggest problem with everything he said. I’d been thinking the same thing for a while. I wasn’t getting any younger, and I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life alone. Forty was around the proverbial corner. If I wasn’t proactive, I would be alone for the rest of my life.
But dating meant putting myself out there for someone else to hurt. Not that I blamed Logan for not being into me. It wasn’t his fault.But that single fact did nothing to ease the ever-lingering ache.If he could do that to me without realizing it, what the hell could someone do with actual power over me if I gave it tothem?
“Fine,” I muttered. “Fine, I’ll go on a stupid date. But when shit hits the fan—and it will—you owe me a fucking drink.”
“I’ll make it something damn good, promise.” Rhett chuckled.Well, amen to that.
“Where do I start?”
“The fuck if I know,” he replied. “I had a friend who raved about usingTumble.She met her wife on there after ditching half a dozen other apps. So, maybe that one?”
“Isn’t their motto something about tumbling into bed?” I snorted. That sounded like the opposite of what I was supposed to be doing.
“Tumble into your next relationship, or some bullshit marketing crap like that,” Rhett said with a laugh. “I don’t know, man. You’ve got to do something. Fuck, I should’ve done something sooner.”
“Stupid hearts.” I sighed. “This would be so much easier if our hearts weren’t such assholes like we are.”
“A-fucking—did you hit a fucking curb with Agatha?” Rhett demanded.
“I did not! I hit two.”
“What the fuck did I tell you about the curbs?” he snapped. “Jesus fucking Christ, Elliot!”
